Driving up Constitution Avenue this evening, I saw the white panel vans and satellite dishes staked out in front of the Court. Waiting on news from Special Prosecutor Fitzgerald. To indict or not to indict, that is the question.
The superstitious–who aren’t babbling about some made up curse of the Goat, Bambino, or Frying Pan (I made the last one up myself)–are also talking about the curse of the second term. You know, when the administration gets caught up in a big ole’ scandal and implodes. Leaving the American public waiting 2 or 3 years for executive branch leadership?
Listing out recent second term scandals we have the Reagan Iran-Contra scandal. You remember the one when we traded arms to our ENEMIES for hostages, which we would never do since we don’t negotiate with terrorists, right? Then there was the Clinton, tawdry oral sex and the stained blue dress in the Oval Office scandal, in which he didn’t have sex with that woman. And now the Bush-43 scandal, the one with top guys pulling the wool over the eyes of the world to get us to war with Iraq. You know, starting a war is a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition!
Wait! Hold everything.
We have two foreign policy and terror scandals. People died. And in between is the sex scandal in which nobody dies. One of these things is not like the others.