Naked City
My Breakfast With Karl
By Ed Condran, Fri., April 1, 2005
On March 19, 2003, it was a fine day for America to invade Iraq. On March 19, 2005, it was a perfect day for Karl Rove to invade Las Manitas. I've seen Ann Richards stop in, which makes sense, but Rove? Well, Dubya's right-hand man met Karen Hughes for breakfast at the lefty restaurant. Rove enjoyed a bite, while hundreds marked the anniversary of the controversial war by parading in protest just blocks away at the state Capitol. So it was impossible not to speak of America's problems the apparently unwinnable Iraq battle, oil consumption, and the dollar's sad fade (Why do you think there were so many Europeans in Austin for SXSW?) over spicy huevos.
"I want Karl Rove to come over to our table [and] answer some questions," I said rather loudly, still a bit loopy from the previous night's bender. "I'll even pick up his check, and I never pick up anyone's check." Rove, who sat about 10 feet away, budged about as much as his buddy, Mr. President, does on most issues.
But when I was waiting in line to square my bill, who was standing in front of me but Rove himself. I felt compelled to ask ol' Karl to take care of my personal deficit, since he should know a little something about deficits. Rove replied, "Sure, your money is no good here." (Kind of like it is in Europe.)
What are the odds? A lot better than running into Dubya in the hospital and getting him to agree to help with my health care costs.
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