American ambassador Paul Cellucci, long known around these parts as the Mouth from Massachusetts, has now confirmed that he will be leaving his post in March of this year to enter the private sector.
If I said he'll be sadly missed, I'd be lying through my teeth. Hopefully his replacement will understand that the role of an ambassador is to represent his own country, and not to tell us how to run ours. Hey, I can dream, can't I?
Via True North. I'll take you up on that beer, mahigan. Or an orange brandy. Or a rum, rye, scotch or whatever else is lying around. On an occasion like this I'm not gonna be fussy.
Yay! He's going! Ding dong, the witch is dead. etc.
If only. We await in fear and trembling news of Cellucci's replacement. At least Alberto Gonzales is already spoken for.
But, yikes, Ashcroft is free. "Let the beavers sore..." :o)
Oh, Scott, no. The horror, the horror!
Thank god.
I thought of you, Pogge, when I saw this news.
One thing Cellucci never lacked was candour - I was amused to see him freely admit that he was leaving the job to try and get something higher paying somewhere in the private sector.
He won't be missed.
Hopefully Bush won't send us someone who actually causes us to miss Cellucci.
You see Pogge, that's what I like about you. You're going to wait to see who the replacement is before you excoriate him or her as a mindless but malevolent pawn of the evil Bushitler regime.
That puts you about *finger to corner of mouth* one million miles ahead of most of your ideological brethren...and sistren...I guess.
Anyhow, good on you.
You're going to wait to see who the replacement is...
Actually you can take it a step farther than that. I'm going to wait until the replacement opens his mouth and proves that he doesn't have a clue what an ambassador's role is. When he does, I'm going to unload on him.
I was going to give you a hard time about "sistren" but it turns out that dictionary.com lists it. So instead it's my new word for the day. Thanks.
Wow, who knew?
Who knew indeed? I thought I was making 'sistren' up on the spot! Like finding a fiver in the pocket of your winter coat, that is.