The sooner this Resident vacates the WH, the sooner it can be tented, fumigated, and rendered habitable again for humans.

History as Napoleon defined it is written by the victor not the vanquished. With over 750 signing statements attributed to the Resident, the power of the POTUS has inflated larger than Rush Limbaugh's tidy whities on free bratwurst-and-sauerkraut-day, silver medalist in girth to the Zeppelin NT. The pardons will be as outrageous in dimension as his tax cuts were for the wealthy cronies, special interests, Pioneer investors -- Big Energy, Big Oil, Big Asses -- and presented with no less sang-froid indifference than shown the brown-skinned souls caught in Katrina's vortex as W made his way to McCain's 209th birthday party. The putrification of his last act, the final turd in America's punchbowl will have its own infamous manifestation.

Be equally assured, the Obama administration will sustain the high road in its artful transition while the travesties of the recent past powerfuls find their cancerous nexus with those destined to careen onward with a keen caustic eye to the rear view mirror and occasional jaundiced glance at the horizon.

His pardons will be the bitter almonds atop W's kakistocracy.

John is making losing a habit. That softens the blow. Thanks first to Joan Walsh whom I have criticized in the past and will continue to read as I do enjoy Salon.com.

But the real purpose of this was to give a shout out to JCourt for posting the info about what the pinheads of the the mass media allude to as the star of tonight's debate: Joe the Plumber. The DailyKoz was JCourt's source and therein go the true plaudits. IF Joe the Plumber turns out to be as is alleged little more than a McCain plant, staged and planned in anticipation of this debate then what little John has to lay claim to will be whisked away like the dandruff on his blue serge suit. And speaking of being broomed, well, chaulk up another one, John. Have you put those inaugeral ball tickets on Ebay yet?

Worse than the collapse of the stock market or subprime mortgage industry or the credit system, far worse than all of them is America's lost morality.

Is evil so difficult to distinguish? Is right from wrong so impossible to perceive?

Most attending these rallies are adults. In fact, most seem to be in their 50s and 60s or more. I must be terribly naive thinking that "grown ups" used their heads, listened to one another, displayed common courtesies, respected one another even if they held different positions.

Where is the decency now? What is making so many so angry that they end up speaking out like un-funny Archie Bunkers?

Is this American aparteid? Is this some new viral strain that infects by proximity? Is it lynch mob mentality? And if so why? It won't matter who is right when someone ends up dead.

It has to stop. Someone is going to get hurt or worse and it will be too late to ask for proof, it will be too late to sit on our intellectual properties when another husband, father, brother, daughter, mother, wife is killed.

This must stop and can only stop if we are outraged enough to say, "NO MORE."

What does it say about the moral center of a candidate who has to be shamed into taking action, speaking out, taking charge. You are, after all, running to take office so you can lead. Well, do just that: Take the lead. Don't wait until you have the data in from your party. Enough hypocrisy. It is immoral to have your staff or your attack dogs do the heavy lifting, the dirty work and attempt to distance yourself. No more deception.

We all know or should know when something we do is right. We all know or should know when something we do is wrong. And if we don't have that in us, we don't deserve to lead, now do we?

Lawn signs may not be a scientific measure of support but they do get me worked up pretty good.

I had bought an Obama yard sign and a half dozen bumper stickers in the early months of the primaries when there was a cast of what, ten or twelve candidates. I tucked it away behind my office door thinking I'll put it up just before the election.

In both 2000 and 2004 my bumperstickers prompted people to key my car, spit on my windows, and one guy was about to kick in my side door had I not come into view. Those stickers were simple candidate names -- no pithy slogans or cute cuts. My lawn signs were cut apart the first night I put them out; I replaced them four times finally bringing them in for the night like a ferel cat. So my reluctance to lawn posting this year was a bit tempered. And so far no car attacks. I guess the W fanatic was more committed in years gone by.

As I rounded the last corner to my street today my eye caught a glimpse of a McCain/Palin lawn sign stuck in a neighbor's planter. My blood pressure peaked and my remaining drive is a blur to me now. It was almost 100 degrees when I got home but I was undetered, determined to post my signage and instead of using the lawn I screwed my Obama for President sign into the header of my second story window above my street facing garage. (Not bad for an old boomer exceeding the ladder's weight warning.) Within the hour my phone was ringing, demanding I take it down, that it was a violation of our HOA's rules. In other words I may have very well incensed the next blight of signage, but that is okay, too.

No, they may not be a measurement of anything more than the homeowner's lunacy, but mine's finally up.