"Karl Rove won't say it, and his lawyer won't say it, but I'll say it: Patrick Fitzgerald's conduct in the Rove matter has been disgraceful. He kept Rove hanging for eight months with his bizarre game of keeping the Rove case "open" even though he claimed he did not expect any more indictments. I'd guess this cost Rove several hundred thousand dollars in legal fees and months of sleepless nights. Nice work, Patrick. You have once again reminded us why the misbegotten term "special prosecutor" should be considered an obscenity."
Here is WILL PITT crooning to Billy Strayhorn's immortal "Lush Life"...
I used to visit all the DUmmie way places
Those low-life fey places
Where one relaxes on the axis with the heels of life
To get the feel of life from fools and booze hounds
The ones I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingue traces that used to be there
You could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales
Then I came along with my siren song
To tempt them to madness
I knew for awhile that their believing smile
Was hued with the gladness of a great love for me
Ah yes, I was wrong, Again, I was wrong
Life is lonely again and only last month
Everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A trough full of booze could only be a bore
A week at Burkowski’s could ease the bite of it
All I care is to lie in spite of it
I'll never forgive them, I won’t while they are still
Burning inside my brain
Deceit is mush Stifling those who strive
So I’ll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I'll be While I hide from the rest of those
Who live as losers too