Putzo Balls

Don't step on Howie's balls. His man has been elected President, and he wants to party.

For my part, I don't think much of the Bush-should-just-be-sworn-in-and-then-send-out-for-Chinese argument. The death and devastation in Asia remains horrible and nearly unthinkable, but the notion that the president and his supporters should therefore be deprived of their celebration seems tenuous at best. No presidential inauguration has ever been canceled (though William Henry Harrison's long speech in frigid weather in 1841 led to a fatal case of pneumonia). Not during the world wars. Not during Korea or Vietnam.

Of course, Howie's arguing against a strawman. No one has suggested the inauguration be cancelled. People are talking about the corporate-whore balls, those orgies of influence and sleaze which define vulgarity in the best of times.

Look at it this way. Even if we ignore all the too-dark Asians Howie cares little about, the estimated number of U.S. citizens who are missing or dead as a result of the tsunamis now approximates the number of Americans killed in the World Trade Center on 9/11. Howie doesn't want those losers to harsh his buzz either.

I say let the bands play on; let Howie get shtifaced on puke on his tuxedo, or his wife. It would be a fitting testament to the Administration's true priorities.