Of course I don’t know what’s going to happen with Fitzgerald’s indictin’ party tomorrow, though it’s sure to make good television. But as I ponder what may or may not be hanging over Rove and Scooter’s little round heads, I keep thinking of a song, by the good ol’ Grateful Dead:

So as sure as the sun will shine
I’m gonna get my share now, what’s mine
And then the harder they come, the harder they fall
The harder they come, the harder they fall one and all.

… or as The Chink said in Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, “Ha ha, ho ho and hee hee.”