Merry Fitzmas!

Sure, the White Sox are doing pretty well. Frankly, I've been too pooped to watch any of the games all the way through, preferring to find out the score the next morning. In this age of instant gratification, that somehow feels more ... gratifying. But tomorrow I'm honestly more excited about the real prospect of indictments. President Job has had this coming for a long time, but this isn't some kind of test. Rather, it's a big ol' F" letter grade for failing.