In “Portrait in Evil: My Story,” a very, very short story, a jilted, hardened narrator that seems to be the fictionalized voice of Karl Rove, tells us:

It’s not easy being the bad guy. The public hates you, and no wonder, fed as they are a steaming stream of media bile that maliciously misrepresents all your plots and machinations. Adults, in turn, poison the minds of the young, who every day joyously play-act your murder. All you have is your minions, who do your bidding, sure, but out of fear and not out of respect or, dare I say it, love.

Another great satire, not only of Rove, but of the Rove image created by so much of the left.