Monday, April 24, 2006

Bring me those puppies! And more wine!

One of the greatest joys of this political season is watching the self-immolation of Katherine Harris:



Josh Marshall has done a great job in covering her gymnastics routine in trying to cover up that she is up to her hideous fake breasts in dirty money.

Case in point, her dinner at Michael Richard's elegant Washington eatery, Citronelle, with Mitchell Wade, already convicted of bribery in the Duke Cunningham matter. Their dinner, folks, was almost THREE GRAND. First, she says she reimbursed the restaurant (which was a lie, because the money man paid Citronelle), and now she says that "the night of our dinner, Mr. Wade purchased several expensive bottles of wine which he took home with him uncorked-this is apparently the reason the bill was so high."

Right.

So apparently, Katie is saying that she and Mitch Moneybags confused Citronelle:


with



It is pathetically funny.

You see, Katie's problem is she actually believed she was important, rather than a bit player in a sordid drama. The Bushies needed her, used her, and then VROOM, under the bus with you! Just desserts, I say--very expensive desserts!

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