Velociworld

Meet the New Boss

Same as the old boss...

At least I assume Lt. Governor Pat Quinn will replace Blagojevich. Until the rest of this investigation spools out, and his number comes up. Who knows how many corrupt Chicago gangsters will ultimately go down? Except for O, of course. He will remain bulletproof even as every person he has ever said Hello! or Boo! to ends up in a federal penitentiary. Funny how that shit works.

Ultimately, however, we relish the few joys we find in the day, our nuggets of schadenfreude. Fucking jolly, it is.

How this eventually shakes out I have no idea. Like a particularly dubious cut of meat in the wardroom of a Punjabi freighter, I'll have to digest it before I know what I've actually swallowed.

Meanwhile, as my Fitzmas is right around the corner, I'd like to give my liberal brethren a Dirty Sanchez as I revel in the frog march they'd envisioned for Karl Rove. As Uncle Pecos taught us:

Froggy went a marchin' and he did ride,

Crambone!

And now, after all these years, I believe I know what Crambone means.

P.S. That's a very nice Les Paul riff Uncle Pecos lays down. How High the Moon? Something akin to that.