Rove would put drugs in Halloween candy if he thought he
could get away with it, and then think that he had been a, “Compassionate
conservative.” In Karl Rove’s mind,
putting drugs in children’s Halloween would be his way of trying to teach kids
that Halloween is an evil pagan holiday, such that they stop celebrating it.
He seems to try to create a hypnotic push and pull in the
listeners mind, making it easy to forgive him when he messes up. His philosophy is a lot like the New
Testament, it is difficult to attack it precisely because it has
contradictions. This is his style: It’s like this. This is the ideal. Now it’s that, and I have completely forgot
this. Won’t you forgive me? If you remind me that I have contradicted
myself, then I will remind you of what I have said that is most convenient for
me. I make mistakes. For example, Karl states his belief in the
intelligence of voters before insulting them.
Another example or a peculiarity is as, “Now I, Karl, am a tough gun
touting Clint Eastwood type,” and then, “Now I’m a frank intellectual.”
It is no wonder he has gained so many people’s
attention. There is something in him for
everyone to like, and something in him for everyone to hate, and in my opinion
he uses these emotional appeals in a manipulative way such that people with
different ways of operating will overlook the parts of him that they don’t
like. Sometimes I find his emotional
appeals distasteful and more importantly the least reasonable choice possible,
but the sentiment he leaves to his words is thought provoking because he uses
different tones than the usual. By
changing the common tone I often hear words delivered in, it makes for
bittersweet thoughts. I like that.
The most likable
trait about Karl is that he doesn’t fit nicely in a box. If I had to describe his philosophy, the
word, “Jelly,” comes to mind. Sometimes
he will make you angry, and sometimes he is likeable, but be warned Karl seems
like the type that acts like a friend so that he can take beat on you in his,
“Fight.”
He acts as if he is baffled when he has opponents. He makes you angry. Then, he makes friends again. Next, he gets you fired up, just before he
returns back to the same old same old, “Why do they want to attack me? They must be crazy. I am such a goody two shoes,” waiting for you
to give in so that he can win you over.
The inner workings of this man are much uglier than he wants to
believe. Accurately he is like the Tool
song, Sober, if you don’t like him, then this is how he appears, “I will find a
center in you. I will chew it up and
leave. Trust me.”
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