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mention in the book of his co-defendants John Colyandro, Jim Ellis, and Warren Robold, who also might be tempted to bargain away DeLay in a plea deal. DeLay’s account of these and other ethics charges is breezy and glib. He says the criminal charges are nothing more than a conspiracy hatched by Earle’s “liberal lords in Washington” to dethrone DeLay under House rules that bar indicted members from leadership posts. With this objective won, DeLay says Earle is afraid to go to court, where the “hack” prosecutor will “get his ass kicked.” DeLay’s macho title notwithstanding, some passages in No Retreat are written in the voice of a nave or whiny victim. “What I did not expect was a concerted effort to destroy me legally, financially, and personally;” DeLay writes. “I have now spent millions of dollars in lawyers’ fees to answer the lies of the left. I have taken hours away from doing the nation’s business to work through the laborious process of responding to legal charges that my liberal opponents knew were untrue and frivolous when they first filed them. I have watched my family suffer under the burden of not just my political misfortunesan expected reality in a politician’s family but of the threat of material destruction, imprisonment, and ruin.” While promoting his book, DeLay pumped up the victim role even further. In an interview with radio host David Goodman, DeLay drew a parallel between how Nazis treated Jews and how liberals treat DeLay. “It’s the same thing … that the Nazis used. When you use the big lie in order to gain and maintain power,” DeLay told Goodman. “It’s the same criminalization of politics. It’s the same oppression of people. It’s the same destroy people in order to gain power. It may be 6 million Jews. It may be indicting somebody on laws that don’t exist. But it’s the same philosophy, and it’s the same worldview.” Delay’s victimization act may seem incongruous because he has previously derived such glee from destroying people high and low. While Bill Clinton’s stupidity and mendacity set the stage for the 1998 impeachment drive, DeLay reveled in his inquistor role. A decade later, when he is a criminal defendant himself, DeLay sets the impeachment record straight. “It wasn’t about politics,” he writes. “It wasn’t about sex. It was about a perjury and the rule of law.” Not everyone invited a DeLay attack the way Clinton did. The nadir of DeLay’s career came in 2005, when he led the demagoguery surrounding the removal of Terri Schiavo’s feeding tube, which he reviled as “an act of barbarism.” In his book DeLay again cites lofty principle as his guide in the Schiavo case. “My faith teaches me that life is sacred because human beings are made in the image of God,” he explains. Never mind the previous revelation by the Los Angeles Times that DeLay and his family had quietly pulled the plug on his father in 1988, less than a month after a freak accident left the elder DeLay vegetative. No Retreat makes no mention of such politically inexpedient truths. DeLay portrays his father as an alcoholic who left Tommy to raise himself in a world of scarce love: “My parents were so busy, distracted, or focused on their demons that I was left to learn the ways of the world on my own.” This loner would go on to become a bug exterminator, wage an unlikely and successful bid for Congress, become the most powerful U.S. majority leader in history, and then resign in disgrace. It’s a heady tale. But DeLay lacks the temperament and personality to tell it accurately and entertainingly. DeLay’s book traces his lifelong M.O. to a childhood encounter with Cuban B.O. The DeLay family spent the late 1950s in Venezuelan oil towns. Prompted by increasing violence, DeLay writes that his mother decided to take her three children home to Texas on a flight that stopped over in Havana’s airport in late 1959. There, guerrillas in “shabby green uniforms” ordered all Americans off the plane, delaying and frightening them but doing no bodily harm. “I breathed the lifeless odor of fuel on the runway, stagnant there between the broiling tarmac and the relentless Caribbean sun. Worse was the stench of the soldiers. Probably fresh from the dank jungle and wearing their only sets of clothes, these guerrillas emitted a smell that somehow seemed part of their evil, to my 12-yearold senses,” DeLay writes. “Sometimes the scenes fill my mind so powerfully that I can almost Smell that tarmac, almost fill my nostrils again with the stench of Castro’s henchmen.” This olfactory scene “has been present every time I faced down some liberal advance, knowing that today’s liberalism is an early stage of the same evil I experienced in Havana.” One pleasure of reading memoirs of great historical figures is pondering how the course of history can turn on trivial events. It is dizzying to consider what America and the world would be like today, for example, had Castro’s troops enjoyed better access to massproduced deodorant. If your own reading of history suggests that liberals such as Nancy Pelosi are taking the nation down a fetid path that can only lead to Leninism or Nazism, then the Hammer’s book has got you nailed. Otherwise, you might conclude that DeLay’s one God-given talent was to arbitrage advantage in the U.S. House of Representatives, that peculiar lobby bazaar where politicians and wealthy interests cut deals at the public’s expense. Stripped of power, the Hammer finds himself relegated to the sidelines, where he shouts advice on how to nail the opposition. Yet even players on DeLay’s own team view him as a cautionary tale. Despite the DeLayled redistricting of Texas, Republicans lost valuable ground in the 2006 congressional elections. DeLay’s book suggests that a lack of forceful trueconservative leadership allowed voters to become distracted by the war and ex-Rep. Mark Foley’s lascivious interest in congressional pages. This version overlooks voter disgust with rulingparty corruptionas best personified by Messrs. Abramoff and DeLay. Contributing writer Andrew Wheat is research director for Austin-based Texans for Public Justice. 22 THE TEXAS OBSERVER MAY 18, 2007