Our President-Elect must be absolutely apoplectic over Blago's idiocy hitting the fan when it did, stealing his vibe, killing his buzz. I don't blame him a bit.
It's like a long-forgotten, fresh-from-the-penitentiary, trailer-trash cousin (twice-removed) scratching his scruffy ass while eating all the shrimp at your Palm Beach wedding, then asking for a million bucks to keep the pictures out of circulation.
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