Googling around for something I wrote for TPM in ’07 about Mike McConnell I came across this classic bit of torture-equivocation from Alberto Gonzales. God, I remember that day — July 24, 2007, Gonzales’ personal day of infamy, in which he went down like Jean Grey in Jamaica Bay but without the Phoenix Force to revive him. Paul Kiel was at the TPM offices. I was on the Flophouse’s living room couch. We were both watching C-Span, ordering Ben Craw to get this-or-that snippet for our posts as Gonzales played himself. This was one of my favorite moments:


I still can’t believe this man was actually attorney general. Sure, in another however-many years they’ll be a president worse than Bush, but how in the world am I going to convince generations not yet born that this actually happened?