All schedenfreude, all the time

The imminent flameout of the Bush junta is much on my mind these days. It's been quite a while since I've watched the news or picked up a newspaper with such anticipation of rain of shit that is about to fall on some deserving heads Its not just the Plame case, or the day of reckoning for Tom Delay in the ever widening Jack Abramoff shitstorm or the Bill Frist insider trading charges that are bound to be coming soon, its the cumulative effect of all of these along with the rethuglicans plummeting poll numbers and the hints of the U.S. mass media regrowing its collective spine as they smell blood in the water. With his blinking and twitching Dubya's looked like Capt. Queeg on crystal meth in his interview on NBC as he pretended to build houses for the poor. Obviously the strain is starting to tell.
Sweet.