Mush and Gush From Harriet Miers

This morning’s NYT gives a view of Harriet Miers at her kiss-up sycophantic best. Quoting from over 2000 pages of personal notes and correspondence released by the Texas State Library and Archives Commission, an article by Ralph Blumenthal and Simon Romero shows Harriet Miers to be an embarrassingly fawning toady. The notes go back to 1995 when then-Texas Governor George W. Bush named Miers to chair the Texas lottery commission. Prior to that appointment Miers had worked at the Locke Purnell Rain and Harrell law firm. Just before becoming Bush’s consigliere, she was Co-Managing Partner at Locke Liddell & Sapp. And let’s be clear about what a managing partner does. A managing partner is a glorified office manager who also practices law. And Miers was a co-, not a sole managing partner. But back to Harriet Miers real career: Suck-up par excellence. Miers to Bush after his 51st birthday: "You are the best governor ever - deserving of great respect.” Miers to Bush on March 25, 1995 (Thank you) “for taking the time to visit in the office and on the plane back—cool. Keep up all the great work. The state is in great hands. Thanks also for your and your family’s personal sacrifice.” Miers to Bush in October 1997: “Hopefully Jenna and Barbara recognize that their parents are ‘cool’- as do the rest of us. All I hear is how great you and Laura are doing. Texas is blessed.” Miers to Bush after an Anti-Defamation League dinner in 1996 honoring Miers: “Texas has a very popular governor and first lady! I was struck by the tremendous impact you have on the children whose lives you touch.” With George W. Bush, the kiss-up tactic works. He believes it all. No matter how high it’s piled GWB believes every ingratiating word. One of the more interesting facets of the Miers story is that she, like the other women in GWB’s professional life seem totally sexless. Condi Rice, Karen Hughes, and Harriet Miers have a job to do: feed George Bush’s ego and delusions. They have other titles, but they get paid to keep the narcissist happy and this has nothing whatsoever to do with anything sexual. The women may fawn, preen, smile, cajole, praise and gush. But they come across as neuter gender fembots. And they've been programmed to make the Bushbot believe he’s president.