Instant Karma's Getting Him

Paul was at least somewhat right. This partially coaxed me out of what he calls semi-retirement, but what I call semi-reclined and resting my eyes.

But not before this.

And this:

...and this

And, well, this.

But these would-be-posts all fell prey to the whims of Blogger and I wasn't able to get them up.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

Just a few short months ago Curious George was the darling of the Unhinged Left following his Tour de Force performance before Norm Coleman's Oil-for-Food investigatory committee. He was on Bill Maher. He pimped his book Mr. Galloway goes to Washington with Jane Fonda. He invoked the name of Mother Sheehan to squeals of adolescent contrarian glee. And, yes, he actually shared a stage at Baruch College with Christopher Hitchens debating US policy in Iraq.

Back then, Galloway was basking in the glow of adoration from a legion of arrogant, uninformed, leftist, nutjob fellow travelers. Today he's getting kicked off of Big Brother with no less than Dennis Rodman. Dennis f*****g Rodman. And trannie Dead or Alive singer Pete Burns (sexy aqua tights in the picture above). Are you kidding me? This Galloway spins me right round, baby. At least everyone is now able to see what he's always been (a whore) and what he's always been about (the Benjamins). Though it's plain for everyone to see, I feel quite certain that all of those who were carrying his water won't waste the oxygen, bandwidth, newsprint or airtime to admit they bet the wrong horse.

But I suppose Galloway should live it up. He's got nothing to lose. As Paul's article points out, he's going bye-bye for a long, long time. Hitch was right about him. He WAS a friend of Saddam. He WAS courting every bust-out dictator who could line his pockets. He WAS a fascist in a Socialist's clothes. He WAS a friend of terrorism. He WAS embroiled in a shocking hypocrisy of profiting from the Oil-for-Food skimming game, all the while bashing American- and British-sponsored sanctions on humanitarian grounds. I cannot conceive of a more loathsome creature.

But just when you think it can't get any worse, it does. You see a striking resemblance between Curious George and one of his dear old friends:

Fortunately, Uday's dead. Galloway's still got his fangs in the neck of humanity. But his day is coming. Book it.