Hell Hath No Fury Like a Pompous Ass Fired

The book by Paul O'Neill, the former Treasury Secretary, is a prime example of how cheap and dirty the political culture has became. Lacking the decency to wait till Bush was out of office to indulge in his temper tantrum, O'Neill is now causing the President a slight amount of discomfort, while making a remarkable fool of himself.

I doubt the damage to GWB will be that extensive or long lasting, but O'Neill has pretty thoroughly destroyed any paltry reputation he had left after his disastrous turn as Treasury Secretary.

I find his pontificating on Iraq and WMD particularly galling, given the fact that he was the Treasury Secretary. I was never aware that war and peace was part of the Treasury Secretary's portfolio. I realize he was a member of the National Security Council, but it still strikes me as a bit like the boy with the Gatorade squirt bottle, dramatically announcing that he had no advance warning that Joe Gibbs was coming back.

Mr. O'Neill is a fly-speck on the roll of former government officials, and it is sad that he had to prove it in such a tacky, trashy way.