OK - I got to thinking about this after hearing one of the "heads" on Chris M's show talk about the Baker group being the "workout" group (as in bankruptcy work-outs). GW, having bankrupted and messed up one more "business" (our country and Iraq ... hmmm ... make that two businesses) has to sit down with the artistes of workout. For you literati:
But lo!--somewhere in the shallows of the PlannersBanc hormone pool the bank had found the likes of Harry Zale, the worout artiste, the bank's own Marine drill instructor. Harry was here to make the shitheads pop to, to render the fat, melt down the ego, separate the soul from its vain props, and create a new man: a shithead who actually focuses on paying back the money.
I don't think the Baker boys will be the REAL workout artistes - they will be the duct-tape and plastic sheeting crowd. What we need is this generation's Sam Ervin. Our very own Harry Zale - someone who will leave Bush et al with the mother of all saddlebags (see above reference), and force him back to reality.
Nominations?