Mood: accident prone
Trying Again. Frodo is having (shudder) computer problems. He is attempting, once again, to comment on the demise of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Peter Pace.
Amid the "Breaking News" caption the head of Defense Secretary Robert Gates appeared. He announced the terminus of the shortest reign in history for a Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, and then came the switch to LA. Peter Pace couldn't catch a break on any of the Networks, the cables, Faux News, or even the Spanish-language stations, for suddenly all the news was about a nymphomaniac with addiction problems, named after some town in Europe, who was handcuffed and crying for her Mom as she was being returned to the pokey. Barcelona, or whatever her name is, had become more important than the end of a distinguished career for a dedicated soldier who will forever be haunted by the ghosts of Iraq.
The Incomparable Moron happened to be in Germany, hugging a toilet bowl, or so it was reported, too ill to appear publicly where he might be asked something that would reflect on his responsibility. Frodo believes he was actually engaging in a game of "Pontius Pilate," with his buddy, Vladimir.
Frodo was meeting with the Men of Gondor, and one happened to comment that he believed that "Scooter" Liddy should receive a Presidential Pardon. Frodo was unable to let this one pass. After amending the name of the miscreant for the attestor, Frodo pointed out that the "substantive" legal offense of Mr. William, Jefferson Clinton had absolutely nothing to do with the "Whitewater" investigation of Special Prosecutor Kenneth Starr. Clinton had lied to a Federal Grand Jury about having his donkey drained by a groupie. Libby had lied to Federal Investigators, and was so convicted by a jury of his peers. Libby's lies obstructed justice against anyone willfully disclosing the identity of a clandestine operative of the United States. Frodo hoped that Libby would get to share a cell with Ted Kacynski.
The attestor simply glared at Frodo. An empirical discussion of the facts is anathema to zealots, no matter their persuasion.
Just then it was announced that Moscow (give Frodo a break here, he has no intention of paying undue homage to anyone with more than 10 pairs of shoes) was being returned to the LA City Jail, and that she would be serving her complete sentence. Frodo wondered if the attestor wanted her to get a Presidential Pardon, too.
Another Friday was coming to an end. Fridays you know, dear reader, are the days when unfavorable news and announcements are released by the political realm. In the business arena, Fridays are the days when "good, old Joe" gets a "pink slip." Nobody is around for a couple of days and the fervor cools down.
Peter Pace, a good guy, got canned on a Friday. The Incomparable Moron, once again like "de Tar Baby," he say nuttin'.