Fiat justitia, ruat coelum.
The imminent downfall of the mighty Rove, Grand Wizard of Alternate Reality, is a moment worthy of classic rock theme music. I suggest The Show Must Go On, by Three Dog night.
Baby, although I chose this lonely life
It seems it’s stranglin’ me now
All the wild men, big cigars, gigantic car
They’re all laughin’ at the lieOh, I’ve been used Ooo-oo-oo-oo (used)’
I’ve been a fool Oh, what a fool
I broke all the rules Oh, yeah
But I must let the show go onBaby, there’s an enormous crowd of people
They’re all after my blood
I wish maybe they’d tear down the walls of this theatre
Let me out, let me outOh, I’m so blind Oh, I’m blind
I wasted time Wasted, wasted, wasted time
Walkin’ on the wire, high wire
But I must let the show go on
It’s none too soon in coming, yet it’s sad. I feel regret. I felt a twinge when Scooter Libby went down too. Not because it’s unjust. … Let Justice be done, though the heavens fall! … It’s such a pathetic waste of talent. If only they’d used their nefarious skills for good, instead of as minions of the Dark Lord.
Anyway, since I picked up the news at all that arises, I’ll allude to his epigraph, For every pig there will be a Saturday, and toss this off:
Alright, Karl, that’ll do pig.
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