Hilzoy has a post on DeLay; it theorizes that it's the Republicans going after him.
If you look at the Atrios post just below the one I linked, it's not just speculation.
I hope the weasely-looking bastard wastes a lot of Republican political capital trying to save himself...and then, after all that snake-like wriggling, falls on his sword WAY after all of the political damage has been done.
Fucker. I hope you die a horrible political death...and I hope it's one of those like Paul Reubens in the Buffy movie, slow and painful to both yourself and the audience.
(well, I think I've been holding in, perhaps even delaying, a little anger...)
I don't want DeLay gone; I want a crippled DeLay weakening his own colleagues in order to keep the odds in his favor. I want hungry Pubs expending energy to try, unsuccessfully, to capture DeLay's resources. And, yes, I want a DeLay palsied by self-inflicted wounds to become the symbol of the Republican party.
What we also really need is an Eliot Spitzer type to symbolize the Democrats, as a contrast. We don't have that in Washington.
Maybe, but the party doesn't seem to eager to make him a national symbol. They're terrified that he's going to, like, take a stand on things.
Have you ever thought of what it would really be like to take, say, a bucket of shit and dump it into a fan? One of those big fans that they'd set up in the cafeteria as the school year lingered on through early summer....
Or let's say that you're seated on an outhouse-like stall, but underneath, there are these spinning fan blades that will send your shit flying in the direction you're facing.
Is the DeLay thing really like that? I hope so.
One of those big fans that they'd set up in the cafeteria as the school year lingered on through early summer....
I remember those fans! I used to amuse myself by singing songs into them and listening to the sound waves get cut into a hundred pieces.
So what type of shit do you think it would have to be to get cut into a hundred pieces, rather than just stick to the fan?
I believe the phrase really does originate with a joke about someone who goes upstairs in a bar looking for the toilet, can't find it, takes a crap in a hole in the floor, goes back down, finds the bar empty, asks what happened to everyone, and receives the response "Where were you when the shit hit the fan?"
I always interpreted it as a ceiling fan that sends shit in all directions.
Incidentally, you guys are all wrong about shaggy dog stories.
So we're dealing with one of the ceiling fans in the House of Representatives here, presumably.
House Republicans have decided to drop Delay regardless of threats. We are going to make Delay an example of power gone unchecked and will gladly hang him out to dry for the american people.