Adieu, MC Rove.

And so. A Nation Mourns. A Life in Pictures. Stop all the clocks. Shut all the shops. Karl Rove is no more. August 31st was his last day at work. In the Roosevelt Room, at 7:30 a.m., the man we have come to know as MC Rove was presented with a slide show of his days in the White House. He was too choked up to speak. So are we. Or at least, we're overcome with...some feeling. A really big feeling.

This must be what great sadness feels like. A momentous, shivery, thunderous sort of thing, as though the earth has shifted suddenly; a mourning for the world, and what it has become. Grief for the political process, the loss of innocence. As Sartre says, all stories are told from death backwards. Only at the end can we see how far we have fallen:


Oh, and btw you guys, according to the Economist, Clinton's advisor Mark Penn is the New Karl Rove. Cha-cha-cha.

http://www.economist.com/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9687236