Things aren’t going so well for Dubya these days. What with Scooter Libby’s lily-white bum being in grave danger of a thorough federal prison reaming and the war in Iraq going to shit, Bush is having a hard time getting America to follow him blindly with a flag waving like he used to.

So when Bush had to nominate his second candidate in less than two months to the highest court in our nation, he picked longtime employee and Bush-crony poster child Harriet Miers—with the full knowledge that she would fail as horribly as that bloodhound-looking motherfucker John Kerry did last fall.

He was then freed up during this past Monday’s holiday—especially since New Orleans’ recent lack of an inner city left him without any reason to place razorblades in the Halloween candy of black children—to squeeze his nomination of federal judge and arch neo-con Samuel A. Alito, Jr. through to the halls of a Congress that is still exhausted after the fighting over Miers.

I would have to assume that this second nod was not a fallback, but actually his first choice for the seat recently vacated by Sandra Day O’Connor. It’s the classic Rovian bait-and-switch.

Let’s take a look at what happened.

Dubya paraded his completely inexperienced lapdog—bonus points for not having a penis—in front of his loyal army of Republican senators waving their Bush-Rove flags, throwing the whole evil empire into upheaval. The nomination was even too ridiculous for them—the same band of merry lackeys who recently brought us equestrian enthusiast Michael Brown.

The Democrats, in standard form, whimpered on the corner of the senate floor like a well-trained dog who sees a big bone just outside the confines of its invisible fence, not exactly sure what to do.

Meanwhile Bush and Rove (who apparently still has enough time to orchestrate these masterful works of political trickery even though there looks to be an indictment headed his way) sat smugly in the oval office.

When the shit finally hit the fan for Miers two Thursdays ago and she withdrew her nomination acceptance, the senate was actually able to turn off its heat through the weekend due solely to the massive and collective sigh of relief let out by Republicans.

Four days later, when Bush nominated Alito—your garden variety fag-hating neo-conservative—the Republicans were happy to welcome him, while the Democrats were caught with their pants down, not ready for such a radical choice on Bush’s part.

So, now all that stands between America and an associate Supreme Court justice—who at the age of 55 will most likely be pushing his anti-abortion, bible-thumping agenda on us for 30 years to come—is the approval of 60 senators in December.

But don’t lose hope. Though it doesn’t look like the ineffectual faux-Republicans who pass themselves off as Democrats nowadays are going to do anything to stop the shit train our nation has been riding on for these past five years, it looks as if the right may have already shot itself in the foot.

Republicans are watching approval ratings slip, standing around with worried looks on their face like Jar Jar Binks on a battlefield, asking, “Is some neo-cons gonna die?” With any luck, right around the time Alito takes his seat on our nation’s highest court, we’ll all be glued to our television sets watching Karl Rove do the perp walk on the White House lawn.

What a Merry Christmas it will be indeed.