I stayed quiet when the National Enquirer broke the Edwards story and didn’t comment on it until Edwards confessed. This I will submit without comment, except to ask, could this cover swing an election?
I think this is the damnedest presidential election campaign I have ever seen, and I’ve seen a few of ‘em, buckaroos. E.J. Dionne is stunned for the same reasons, and he’s seen at least as many campaigns as I have.
Meanwhile — as goes the Palin family, so goes the Department of the Interior.
As Congress prepares to debate expansion of drilling in taxpayer-owned coastal waters, the Interior Department agency that collects oil and gas royalties has been caught up in a wide-ranging ethics scandal — including allegations of financial self-dealing, accepting gifts from energy companies, cocaine use and sexual misconduct.
In three reports delivered to Congress on Wednesday, the department’s inspector general, Earl E. Devaney, found wrongdoing by a dozen current and former employees of the Minerals Management Service, which collects about $10 billion in royalties annually and is one of the government’s largest sources of revenue other than taxes.
“A culture of ethical failure” besets the agency, Mr. Devaney wrote in a cover memo.
The reports portray a dysfunctional organization that has been riddled with conflicts of interest, unprofessional behavior and a free-for-all atmosphere for much of the Bush administration’s watch.
I can already hear Keith Olbermann comparing this to that classic Department of the Interior scandal — Teapot Dome.
People used to speak of Teapot Dome in hushed, shocked tones, stunned that such a thing could have happened in the United States. Now it seems rather mild. Just business as usual in the Bush Administration.
(Singing)
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Sorta fits my mood.













