He Coulda Put Spice In Bush's Cabinet

I've had my head down for a few days, holidays being what they are. When I wasn't agonizing over presents for my easily irritated sister I was working on some rather long posts that I hope to publish soon. I haven't even taken time to read all of the junk I usually waste my time reading, watch the new, and so on.

In spite of my preoccupation I still did manage hear to that one of Bush’s cabinet nominees had to be withdrawn from consideration. The nominal reason, which I picked up via overhearing the news was that a particular cabinet nominee—I didn’t pick up exactly who it was—had a “nanny problem”.

“Oh well.” I recall thinking. “We dodged another bullet.” While I wished they’d detected this problem before he was nominated I did feel somewhat appreciative that this particular political hand grenade was safely detonated before he got close enough to wound Bush with the shrapnel.

Then I learned from Carlson's article, He Coulda Put Spice In Bush's Cabinet who this hand grenade was— Bernie Kerik, Bush's nominee for secretary of homeland security—and, how you say, what a colorful private life Bernie had.

This delightful article by Peter Carlson is so witty that, I swear, Mark Steyn could have written it. In this article Carlson morns his loss—that is, his loss of the great stories that Kerik would have been the butt of. Reading his article, you sort of sense that the only part of his article that was serious wasn’t tongue-in-cheek Carlson’s grieving for all of those articles that would have written themselves had only Kerik made it to the cabinet.

Read Carlson’s article, I know you need a laugh.