Oct 22, 2006

Canary Proof...

Singing Abramoff Gets Very Own FBI Desk

Jack Abramoff, the lobbying scandal figure, has become such a chatty rat that probe insiders say he's been given a desk to work at in the FBI. We're told he spends up to four hours a day detailing his shady business to agents eager to nail more congressmen in the scandal. And when cooperative witnesses spend that much time inside, they get a desk. As a result of his help in the ever expanding investigation, we hear that the Feds hope to keep him in a nearby prison after he's sentenced on his conspiracy admission.

12 Comments:

Blogger Jackie said...

It's good to be the King of singing like a bird. Now let's hope with the nice desk and a cup of Starbucks coffee we get enough to indict the Bush Administration and the GOP supporters. Oh yes that IMPEACHMENT HEARING PLEASE.

3:02 PM  
Anonymous Grover Norquist said...

Typical waste of taxpayer dollars! They could have lined the floor with Robert Novak, Judy Miller and Bob Woodward articles.

3:27 PM  
Anonymous Roger Rancourt said...

I could take off my hat in an office like that.

3:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

looks like a canary cage to me.

3:34 PM  
Blogger t said...

unbelievable!

3:36 PM  
Anonymous gop full of criminals said...

When is Jack going to give up Ken Mehlman and Karl Rove and Grover Norquist?

I really want to see this scum ridden administration in orange!

3:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Like I said on the previous thread...justice is coming...

Come on Jack...tell all... :)

5:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jack Knew A Year Before Iraq Was Invaded

5:49 PM  
Anonymous e said...

Subject: Political Heaven Or Hell

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a
truck and dies.

His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there
is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the man.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we'll do is have
you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."

And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the e levator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake
his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people.

They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and
champagne.

Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good
time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go.

Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit heaven."

>So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose
your eternity."

>The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers: "Well, I would never
have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be
better off in hell."

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to
hell.
Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land
covered with waste and garbage.

He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting
it in black bags as more trash falls from above.

The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder. "I don't
understand," stammers the senator. "Yesterday I was here and there was a
golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning.....

Today you voted."

5:57 PM  
Blogger Patrick J. Fitzgerald said...

:D

6:05 PM  
Blogger Special Prosecutor Biloxi said...

Well, this tell us how much power Abramoff had in the WH and the government. He is a bigger fish than Porkrind. Looks like each one of the Gerbil's buddies were enough power to pocket profits such as the Ambien, Abramoff, Rummy, and so on.. Abramoff better start singing fast because the Gerbil family are more like the mob. Certainaly, the Gerbil family don't want their dynasty to crumble because of Abramoff..

8:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

He's gonna be taking a dirt nap soon, no doubt. Same way it happened to JFK or MLK or DeLay or the thousands of people in the WTC buildings.

Government conspiracy, my friends.

9:34 PM  

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