Happy Birthday, America

We're just dropping in briefly to give our thoughts towards tomorrow. July 4. The anniversary of American independence.

We don't miss the irony that some other notable Americans have achieved certain levels of independence from the justice system recently, so, in honor of the United States turning the big 229, we want to offer our quick thoughts.

First off... the Parisite. Maybe now that the initial media blitz is over, we'll finally be rid of her. But hey, it just goes to show that, just like everybody else, the overprivileged canker sores on the face of high society can be sent to prison, and quickly develop a dislike of the color orange.

Secondly, "Scooter" Libby. First, the conviction, for lying and obstruction of justice. Then, the denial by a judge to allow him to delay his prison term. But Libby needn't have worried, as, in the week of America's birth, those in power commuted his sentence, and a pardon may still be forthcoming. If that isn't American independence, then we don't know what is.

And finally, Reverend Billy. The New York City street performer who was arrested last Friday, for reciting the First Amendment. You remember, it's the one that talks about freedom of speech, and the right to peacably assemble. Naturally, an attempt is being made to get the charges against him (for harassment) dropped. Given that he is neither a celebutard, or the fall guy for an entire administration, we aren't going to hold our breathe. Good luck to you, Reverend Billy.

Enjoy your July 4. Have a brat and a beer on us, and be careful not to damage your fingers with firecrackers. Because you can't make the peace sign if you're missing four fingers. We'll see you next week.