Get on the plane, Karl.

One night, a group of friends of mine and I were sitting outside at Opal Divine's having many, many pints of beer (God those days seem like eons ago...sigh), and we started playing a game that is sure to wreck our collective karmas for many lifetimes to come. We didn't give it a name, so I'll just call it "Death Plane." Here's how it went: If you had a 747 that you could pack full of people and then slam into the side of a mountain ensuring that all of the passengers either died upon impact or were forced to eat one another until there were no more survivors (excepting the pilots and crew, who would escape unscathed), who would you be sure was booked on the flight? By unanimous consensus of those of us around the table, President Bush and his entire cabinet, Karl Rove, Celine Dion, and Toby Keith all got seats in first class. The game was more fun than you might imagine and went on for hours. Not in any sort of constant way, but rather, we'd be chatting about something totally unrelated, and somebody would pipe up, "Jay Leno! He's gotta be on the plane!" And we'd all either voice our "Hell Yeahs!" or our "But wait am minutes..." depending on who the suggested passenger was.

I bring this up, only because it looks as if maybe, just maybe that slimy eel Karl Rove might be headed for a wrist slap of some sort. It's not a seat on the Death Plane, exactly, but it's a start. All I can say is IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME!! How can anyone get away with as much Satan-cock-sucking as he has and not be called out on it? He exemplifies everything I detest about the typical gun-toting, clinic-bombing, money-grabbing, Hummer-driving, war-mongering Republican. He's a poster-boy for what is wrong with politics today. When someone like Rove can wield as much power and influence as he does without being elected into office, it's a very loud death knell for what we call "democracy" and what we go around the world starting wars to try and spread.

**Tonight's episode of "The Daily Show" skewered K. Rove and his coven of protectors in amazing fashion tonight. Damn, I love Jon Stewart, et. al.