Where's Buffy?

The wreckage of the Republican party is everywhere these days. Its severed limbs and rotting corpses litter the political battlefield, and the stench of corruption reeks from a hundred loathsome wounds. It still can inspire terror as well as disgust though, and nothing more so than the undead political corpses of Alberto Gonzales and Paul Wolfowitz. The undead yet wield power though soul and spirit have flown the body.

That peculiar power and persistence flows, let us remember, from the owner's bargain and alliance with Satan. The old remedies of garlic and crucifix seem to have lost much of their power, and the wooden stake is hard to wield. Most fearsome of all, the ancient cleansing power of Sunlight seems to have been blunted. In two days of testimony before Congress, Fredo, aided only slightly by Orrin Hatch and other Satanic powers, did little more than smoke around the edges, while all our legends say he should have self-incinerated like a bit of thermite.

New remedies for new times, I suppose. How about impeachment and prosecution?

Unless Buffy can be found, that is.

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