Honestly, I've never been able to understand the media’s obsession with Karl Rove. As far as I'm concerned, he’s a Bush-family sycophant whose only noteworthy accomplishment lies in leeching onto an incompetent ideologue who can barely utter a coherent sentence without drooling on himself and propelling him into the presidency of the United States of America.

Don’t get me wrong, this must have been no easy task. But did he do it through some kind of insightful form of evil genius? No, he’s a one-trick pony who time and time again paints the opposition as weak, dishonest, and out of touch. Projection aside, the fact is that this does not make you a political genius, it only makes you a bully. Karl Rove is a hateful, angry, a bitter individual who acts like he’s looking for vengeance against all the girls who wouldn’t date him in high school. He has no power not given to him by the msm and the sooner we stop wasting ink by repeating his rambling gibberish, the sooner we can resume determining our own reality.

But this just takes the taco:

… others have noted changes in Rove’s appearance. Over the last year, the senior Bush aide has dramatically slimmed down, losing an estimated 50 pounds. While some have speculated that stress could be the cause, Rove told a National Journal reporter last month that he’s been dieting and working out with Bolten at the White House gym.

So it’s confirmed, Karl Rove is not a man, but a Golem. He’s a bundled mass of clay, broken glass, and banana peels supernaturally shaped into human form and endowed with the concentrated powers of his creators. And these days, his creators have bigger things to worry about.

Waste away Karl … waste away.