The documentary on Lee Atwater on Frontline tonight is a great depiction of Atwater: sheer poison, yet intoxicating. I despise the tactics he at least partially is responsible for creating (certainly for perfecting), but could watch footage of him all day; my own "oh, PLEASE" eye-rolls matched roll-for-roll by his own. And the footage of him in his last days is shocking, heartbreaking. Deals with the devil always get paid real ugly, I guess.
One mystery to me is why would someone so charismatic as Atwater have picked such a bore as Karl Rove to be his protege? Seems odd.
NEW ON THE "OH, I DON'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT" RADAR: Karl Rove was born on Christmas Day. My brain just went outside for a smoke.
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