Where Are They Now, Bush Document Delitors Edition 
When we last saw Theresa Payton she was the George W. Bush White House Chief Information Officer, and they didn’t care too much for information. Â Through sloth, indifference and fraud Bush’s people managed to lose millions of White House staff emails which were supposed to be public records, and she came on board as the edifice began to crumble in 2006. Â Payton responded as any true patriot daughter of a U.S. Marine would, proudly joining the Administration’s effort to deny, delay and blow town before the roof fell in.
Payton has landed on her feet, leading a North Carolina security consulting outfit.  Its named Fortalice for a Middle English term for small fortress, possibly after watching too much Game Of Thrones.  In her new guise Payton goes about scaring parents that Mark Zuckerberg is coming for their children, and sharing with Glenn Beck fans concerns those pervs at Google and Apple are coming through your skylight.
Her solution to this tidal wave of peeping and creeping? Â A stern call to tell your elected representatives you demand “regular updates!”
Payton stays busy, burnishing fellow Bush email loser Tony Fratto‘s contribution to the enduring legacy of Steve Jobs:Â 
…and helping us all keep TomKat Compliant ®: 
Over Done
              
Fresh from mocking his real estate adventures, thoughtful observers have a new stick with which to beat mock socialogist David Brooks, while striking a glancing blow at Eternal President Ronald Reagan.
Brooks storied mendacity offends all right thinking folk, but now he’s throwing music into his pop culture poporiti, with comic results.
He’s joined the cult of Bruce Springsteen, with the added ickyness of traveling to observe The Boss’s caring antics in several of Europe’s tanking economies.
Nothing revulses like the clueless drawing vast conclusions from pretend empathy.
Bonus points to Alex Pareene and  “Mobutu Sese Seko” for recalling Springsteen inspired dimness of the Reagan era, when another Republican failed to strap Bruce to their caring conservatism.
No, Actually 
In retirement, as in his latter years in office, George W. Bush remains among our most dispised Presidents. Â And of our current living legends, Bush is number one, surpassing the hated Jimmy Carter in least liked-ness.
Presidential reputations are of course confections of whimsy and make believe, so hope lives, but the continued loathing of his big brother can only deepen the despair of Jeb “Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda” Bush.
White House Whodunit: Where’s Winston? 
A favorite pastime among Bush revisionists and obsessive Obama haters has been the endlessly recalled departure of  the Churchill bust Bush displayed in the Oval Office in a transparent plea to be compared with the former great.
Imperial Workroom 
Barack Obama came to town and Winnie went, to the shocked disbelief of imperial nostalgists everywhere. Glenn Beck brought Churchill back for stirring addresses emanating from his make believe White House. Â 
 The Washington Post faithfully transcribed House Majority Leader Eric Cantor’s alternative Churchill history, in which the Tories somehow were not in power as Hitler prepared his move.
Now, in a shocking development, George W. Bush himself has literally hidden Churchill!  Bush’s new White House portrait [not to be confused with his Portrait Gallery portrait] has been unveiled, and the former President is shown blocking America’s view of the craggy visage we  crave.
Saved for public viewing is the image over Bush’s right shoulder, the cowboy painting he has gone to extraordinary lengths to mislabel and misrepresent in order to dress up his lame “A Charge To Keep” theme.
Dick Gets Off A Good One  
Nixon post-presidential kitten with a whip Monica Crowley  is cracking wise, favoring America with her lighter side.  Crowley normally spews forth  venomous chatter for the thoughtful conservatives of Fox News, but apparently views her Twitter feed as a fount of humor.
Crowley’s comic career began with Richard Nixon’s political death, as he used his New Jersey exile to emit an endless series of ponderous tomes.
Book Learning   
While decent people looked away, hoping Nixon would slink into the shadows from which he came, Crowley saw opportunity. She wormed her way into the great man’s shrunken entourage, assisting on several of his awful books. Some saw her comic potential early.
That, the involuntary kindness of strangers,  “striking” blond hair, and she was on her way.
Crowley’s latest cutups concern Rush Limbaugh muse Sandra Fluke. Â Fluke’s engagement has gotten some notice, and Crowley did not disappoint:
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Some apparently failed to see Mo-Cro’s sly wit, requiring her to lament the Professional Left’s tone deafness:Â
