And Obama keeps on giving.
This week while he is safely away from questioning reporters his staff released the delayed report on what the President Elect's staff talked to Blagojevich.
This story, in case you haven't noticed, went from "no contact" to "no inappropriate contact" and now comes a completely self-generated report that says there was contact but that Obama's Chief of Staff hasn't got anything to do with pay for play.
All before the public gets to find out which names goes with which code name.
Nothing to see here! Move along!
So, when do we get to find out the truth?
If there is one thing that we, as the American citizenry, have come to know is that when a politician says "nothing to see" there's got to be a dead body, a naked intern and loads of dirty money somewhere nearby.
When Ted Stevens was saying "nothing to see" did that stop the investigations? When Larry Craig said "nothing to see" did that stop people from BOTH parties from trying to get him out of office? When John Edwards said "nothing to see" the MSM couldn't open their eyes but the tabloids were soon spilling the real beans.
So, why should we believe Obama when he says "nothing to see"? Why shouldn't we keep looking for that naked, dead body holding a fistful of dirty money?
There are plenty of people who fear that Obama will be assassinated. I've insisted that he'll survive his one, and only, term. I've been tempering that. He could become the first President to commit suicide.
That would be a real shame.
As much damage as this man is sure to do to America in the next four years I look forward to seeing him squirm, shudder, grimace and turn pale with the crushing truth that he is not fit for this job. Unlike being a "community organizer" or board member or even U.S. Senator this job isn't one that a man can coast through.
I want to see it happening, day-by-day. I want to see him looking haunted. I want him to feel the presence of the men who sat in his office before him as they look upon his term and condemn it.
He's a lost cause and he hasn't even been sworn in.
Fasten your seat belt, Barry. This hand basket is on the downhill ride to Hell. Those abs you are so proud of will be flab in two years and you'll be chain smoking. Just try to stay off the nose candy.