It seems that all that Karl Rove has left are childish personal slurs. At a breakfast with Republican insiders yesterday, he described Barack Obama as:
Even if you never met him, you know this guy. He’s the guy at the country club with the beautiful date, holding a martini and a cigarette that stands against the wall and makes snide comments about everyone who passes by.
Which is ironic, when you consider that as a black man, Obama probably would not be admitted to many of the clubs to which Rove might want to belong. Not to mention that it is more likely that Obama would be playing basketball than holding a martini.
But since Rove says you can “know” someone without meeting them, who is Rove himself? If turnabout is fair play, perhaps this description by Kevin Hayden at American Street is right on target:
Yeah, that balding roly poly guy. He’ll tell ya he’s a Mensa member about 20 times while dissing every guy who showed up with a date. Last time I was here, I brought my daughter; she was home on spring break. And the guy started drooling – literally, drooling – as he asked me to introduce him to ‘my friend with the big wazoos.’
I mean, he’s old enough to be her grandfather. I was pissed.
When I told him she was my daughter, he said “oh.” Then he kept trying to get her to play shuffleboard, just so he could look at her cleavage. I woulda tossed him out on his ear, but unfortunately, he’s the nephew of the owner. I’d watch him though. Especially around young kids. I saw some Tootsie pops in his inside pocket and you know what I mean?
Greg Sargent over at TPM has an even more ironic observation:
It should also be noted, of course, that Rove took a man who actually is a country club denizen who makes “snide comments” about others — that would be George W. Bush — and turned him into a regular Joe. Meanwhile, the guy who would struggle for admittance to some of these exclusive enclaves — Obama — is now “the guy at the country club.” Rovian up-is-downism at its finest.