Come On Warner & CONS, Escort GW from Our WH!

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It is far too dangerous to wait until he melts down on National TV.

Don't think that is going to happen anyway.

It is far too difficult/dangerous to wait until the end of his term.

It is far too dangerous to wait until Libby and Fitz and the Surge sink to GET HIM OUT OF OUR WH!

Warner and his buddies need to take a visit to the WH and get him out of there, TONIGHT!

After the Jack Daniel and Meds Speech tonight, they need to escort him home and sit him in the Oval Office with a Representative from the Betty Ford Center on Stand By.

IMO, Democrats need to push the RepubliCONS for a plan to get him out of our WH.

They "stole" our votes to get him in there, now they need to get him OUT!

Is there a way that the Democratic Leadership can start
pushing the CONS for the " Chimp Out Of The People's White House Plan?"

That is the PLAN we need to have and they need to be responsible for putting that plan in motion.

[leveymg]

1. This is from 2005 - might find this relevant to the topic

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=printer_friendly&forum=104&topic_id=4709393
If There Were a Coup, Would We Even Hear About It?
Posted by leveymg on Fri Sep-09-05 10:23 AM

If there were a coup, would we even hear about it? Believe me, if the Joint Chiefs of Staff decided to do such a thing,it would all be behind closed doors, and none of us would likely ever know that it had happened.

This is how a coup against the Bush Administration would most likely unfold:

After a closed meeting of the JCS, an ultimatum would be delivered by a very close friend of the Bush family to George H.W. Bush, Sr. A delegation of GOP luminaries would be dispatched by the family patriarch to tell Vice President Cheney that he, too, will be resigning for health reasons.

Later that day, there would be an intervention in the White House residence. Karen and Condi would be seated nearest to W, each holding the President's hand. Pickles would lock herself in her suite, pour herself chilled vodka out of a sterling tea decanter, and chain-smoke Parliaments, crushing the butts into an eggshell china saucer, the last piece of a set that had been given to President Thomas Jefferson by the First Ambassador from France.

After those nearest and dearest delivered the bad news that he would no longer be able to play President, W would begin to mutter, "It's just so hard. . . it's just so hard." His cheeks and nose would break out into reddish splotches, and his jaw would grind involuntarily. W would find himself again with an overwhelming desire for a Jimmy B with a cocaine chaser.

After a few minutes of quiet sobs and muttering, the President would suddenly look around the room, a new expression -- half of exaltation and half of rage -- across his face. His voice vibrating with a flat West Texas drawl. "I know it's those fucking Democrats and their, uh, commie friends. I want them all, uh, killed - start with that bitch Clinton. Get General Myers and Porter Goss on the phone."

"Mr. President, that is no longer an option."

Not really hearing the voices telling him to relax, Bush would rise from his overstuffed, leather reclining Barka Lounger chair. "Now! I said, get me the fucking red phone, Andy!!"

With a nod from Andrew Card, two Secret Service agents would grab W from behind and with one practiced, frightfully swift movement, lift him from his feet and press him firmly flat into the recliner. A Naval Officer, the White House physician, would again jab a hypodermic needle into Bush's arm -- a double dose of the usual anti-depressant cocktail, this time mixed with a powerful sedative.

For the next ten hours, President George W. Bush would sprawl motionless, like a limp puppet in his Barka Lounger. The TV would stay tuned to the same channel for the next two days. The Cartoon Channel would carry no news bulletin about the sudden resignation of the President and Vice President of the United States.

As the last aide exited the room on the last day of his Presidency, W was heard murmering over and over to himself, "I want the Rice-A-Roni tonight mommy, not the Spaghetti-Os. No Spaghetti-Os for Dubya, mommy."

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2. How sweet that would be!

Thanks for the link,do the JCS really have that kind of power?

What happened when Nixon made his "decision" to resign?

[leveymg]

3. The Dem leadership went to the JCS in 1974 to ask them what they'd do

if Congress started Impeachment proceedings. The Chiefs told them that their oath is to protect the Constitution, not the President. Nixon resigned shortly thereafter.

Of course, the military brass hold the trump card in any crisis, foreign or domestic, in which the national interest has to be protected.

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4. Thanks! JCS , do your duty! nt