It was just last week that Presidential adviser Karl Rove announced that he was going to resign from the staff of the President. Mr. Rove gave the obligatory reasons of wanting to spend more time with his family as the reason for leaving. I’m sure that has something to do with his leaving but that is pretty much a canned and standard answer to questions about leaving the type of position Mr. Rove held.
Now that Mr. Rove has announced his resignation the left-wing pundits and journalist that sell themselves to be kind, considerate and compassionate have practically lost their minds with their display of hate and scorn for this man. Karl Rove was an astute political adviser to the President and he does not deserve the hate the left-wing journalists and political pundits have assigned to every story they write concerning Mr. Rove. Mr. Rove is guilty of calling up the Republican base to come out to support the President in tough times when that support was needed. That is a fair and smart way to handle things and the left-wing loses its collective mind when the conservative base comes out because the left knows they have nothing that can counter the conservative base. The base I am speaking of is the Christian conservatives, second amendment supporters, fiscal conservatives and a majority of the veteran community.
Over the past weekend I didn’t have much time to listen to or watch the political pundit shows I normally watch but I did see a few so-called mainstream newscasts on the telly. The newsreaders voices and body language were dripping with hate and scorn for this man that has been a trusted adviser to our President for so many years. Mr. Rove is not demonic nor is he an evil man; he is just a man if not a very intelligent man at that. Karl Rove was able to beat the liberals and they still can’t get over it. I think he has the last laugh on them
I really have no strong opinions about Mr. Rove, he is a man and I treat him as I would any other. I do think the left-wing is quite ridiculous and childish with their hate for this man.
An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog
GOOD people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song,
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there was a man,
Of whom the world might say,
That still a godly race he ran,
Whene'er he went to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his clothes.
And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain his private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
Around from all the neighboring streets
The wond'ring neighbors ran,
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.
But soon a wonder came to light,
That show'd the rogues they lied:
The man recover'd of the bite --
The dog it was that died.