The Abramoff scandal is good entertainment, if you’re not busy. But really it’s just like one of those drawings of fish, lined up by size, with each about to gobble the smaller one in front of it.  Only in reverse.

 

 

This is my favorite kind of scandal. Much more satisfying that the Plamegate kind, which is just a trap door — plainly and extravagantly marked — which a few guys line up to fall through.  

 

The gobbling, and mastication in the national media, make all the difference for this easily entertained consumer.