Wednesday, November 08, 2006
On the very best kind of riddance
Na-na-na-na. Na-na-na-na. Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye...
Okay, so on Tuesday, I said that a Democratic majority in Congress wouldn't be some kind of magic wand that would fix everything and make the world bright and happy and safe again. But I'm a big enough person to admit when I'm wrong.
Cue the rainbows and the gold-coin-showering unicorns, because Donald Rumsfeld is stepping down as Secretary of Defense.
It would be petty of me to suggest that Rummy is probably doing this at the peak of a post-midterm-election snit, or, alternately, out of some fear that a more authoritative Congress is going to start calling him on the lousy job he's done as defense secretary lo these six years. But I choose not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Bush has nominated as his replacement Robert Gates, a former Director of Central Intelligence who served on the National Security Council under no fewer than four presidents from both parties. He faces confirmation by the newly-Democratic (w00t!) Senate, and while there have been rational arguments for and against him for previous nominations (particularly in re: his involvement in Iran/contra), I choose to suspend judgment until his confirmation hearings. I don't trust Dubya not to put forward a complete lunatic/incompetent/corrupt sociopath, but I do trust a Dem-heavy Senate Armed Services Committee to weed his ass out if he did.
As for Rumsfeld - whatever. Go. Find a hobby or something. Vaya con Dios. Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you. And remember that you march back on home to "spend more time with the family" with the retirement plan you have, not the retirement plan you want or would like to have.