Recently we wrote about Mary Scott O’Connor, who faced down that cheesebrain John Gibson on his hour of power on Faux News. She appeared with Bob Beckel a strategist for the Democratic Party, and Gibson, loyal slave to Rupert “Greencard” Murdoch, destroyer of newspapers, savager of societies, sought to set O’Connor and Beckel to arguing with each other. You see, Faux News takes their directions from Karl Rove, soon to be featured in multiple indictments from a Grand Jury investigating the filth and corruption, crime and diseased sociopathy that is the Republican Party. This is the preferred method of dealing with Democrats, people who love their country, pay their taxes, accept being drafted into the Armed Forces or enlist voluntarily, and die when necessary to preserve a union that has been watered with the blood of patriots for over two centuries.

Not the Republicans, of course. Those smart guys who cluster around Mr Bush and Mr Cheney, two cowards who shirked their duties when it was time to answer their country’s call, are too smart to actually stand up and fight for anything. The silent slither in the shadows, the practiced stab with the stiletto in the back is more their style. Then the quick fumble for the victim’s wallet, taking out the cash and credit cards.

Surprisingly, Mr Gibson had a rude awakening. Both Ms O’Connor and Mr Beckel were the souls of conviviality and mutual support. Mr Gibson strived as hard as he could to incite a catfight, but was ineffectual. There was a moment of unease when Ms O’Conner described a comment of Mr Beckel’s as “spoken like a Democratic strategist.” She redeemed herself at the end when she said her dream is to see Mr Bush and Mr Cheney impeached, tried, convicted and jailed for crimes against a nation.

There was no screaming, railing, gnashing of teeth, foaming at the mouth. Mr Beckel has a kind of folksy delivery, and seems to smile a lot. Ms O’Connor is sweet-voiced, carefully enunciating each word in a measured tone, with a calm melodious delivery that was so enchanting.

Sadly, she’s married, and yet another dream of mine crashes in flames.

Mrs O’Connor is featured in today’s WaPo. As always, no links to WaPo until Fred Hiatt resigns in disgrace. Go find the article yourself. It portrays Mrs O’Connor as a raging demon, consumed with anger over the many crimes of George Bush and his cabal of international criminals. Harsh words, harsher emotions and an impotent rage portray Mrs O’Connor in this five page article. The tone of the article completely disagrees with her public presentation on Gibson’s show and I was surprised. I’m not sure which is her real personna. She writes a darn fine blog, and I think it would be a good jolt of adrenalin if we all read it now and then. I can’t help think that the story was a bit of a hatchet job, since those of us on the oxygen-breathing side of the internet understand that WaPo is now, ideologically, an wholly-owned subsidiary of the Republican Party.

Rage happens. We are creatures of emotion. The trappings of civilization fall from us easily and we become the wild beasts we once were, millions of years ago. I see that as a deplorable thing, but I’ve felt the red heat of rage myself, and understand how little civilized we really are. I think Mary Scott O’Connor’s writings stem from a deep well of disgust, anguish and anger at what has been done to destroy our nation, our society. Those who despise America the institution are in charge right now, and work every day to separate us into small, easily manipulated groups and factions.

It’s much easier to steal when your victims are distracted, and that’s part of what’s happening. The Treasury has been looted, the proceeds handed out to Corporate political clients, who will in turn hand cash back to the thieves. But more than money has been stolen from us. The blood of our youth, some of the finest of us, has been shed on foreign soil in a lie so big, so outrageous that words are hard to find, but the rage does come easily.

Politics should be the realm of reason and logic. Words should be laid in the public discourse with care, measured tempo and logic for the best effect.

But sometimes the rage just bubbles up.