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Friday, October 21, 2005

My skepticism meter is off the freakin' charts this morning. For the past week, I've been thinking that today would be the day we've all been waiting for, Fitzmas as some have dubbed it, when Patrick Fitzgerald would have his little indictment party. The president's cross-country jaunt to California today only serves to further confirm my suspicion.

Image hosted by TinyPic.com Bad Moon Rising? 'I hear hurricanes ablowing, I know the end is coming soon. I fear rivers overflowing, I hear the voice of rage and ruin.'

My feeling is that the only courtesy Fitzgerald is willing to extend to Rove & Co. is a Friday afternoon announcement, the best time to release bad news. Also, Fridays or roundly believed to be the best day to fire someone, so, you know...

But really, why would Bush decide to go to California when what has been dubbed a "record hurricane" is barreling down on Florida, particularly in light of his disastrous response to Katrina? And why would he proceed with his trip even though an embattled Governor Arnold urged him not to? Lastly, what better place for Bush to be when the shitstorm comes down than graveside to universally revered Republican father figure Ronald Reagan?

It all seems rather fishy to me. Hold on kids, it could be a wild Friday.

UPDATE: Oh, and a bomb scare on Capitol Hill, how convenient. Man, my tin-foil hat sure is strapped on tight today, isn't it?

Great song and good points. Why is the SOB in California? Let us pray, for indictments.
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