Rove is quitting. His legacy consists primarily of a demoralized Republican Party, the Democrats in charge of Congress, a war-weary nation with no end in sight and a drunken Frat-Boy at the helm of the ship of state.
Way to go, Karl-Baby! A grateful nation tips it's hat (and middle-fingers) to you!
Remember about a year ago a tv commercial for Disney family vacations that featured a wholesome American family (mom, dad, two kids) trying to settle down into bed for the night but the kids can't sleep because they're going on a Disney Vacation and, to quote the boy, "WE'RE TOO EXCITED!!!"
Well, I woke up around 3:30 this morning, unable to sleep because (dammit) I'm too excited.
I've been taking my time with the last Harry Potter novel. I didn't want to rush through it. I wanted to savor it.
And I did, a chapter a day. But by bedtime last night I was staring at the last 275 pages and things were starting to really heat up (after stagnating for some time while Harry, Hermione and Ron wandered aimlessly in the forest).
No spoilers here, but things have started to get very interesting and my innate nosiness is starting to win out over my self-control.
Ergo sum, my eyes flew open at 3:30 a.m. Ostensibly I had to relieve myself, but I know better than that. I can almost always sleep the whole night through without the need to get up and take a mid-sleep whizz. Even my urologist is in awe of my prostate.
So I read for an hour or so and knocked off another 100 pages.
It's a little after 1:00 p.m. eastern now and I'm practically dozing off at my desk. Yet all I can think of is "can I finish it tonight?"
I can hardly wait to find out if Lord VoldeRove gets magically whacked in the end!