Tom and Jay

Tom DeLay's ear piercing and prodigious denial of criminal activity, and Tasmanian devil like level of snarling spin that Ronnie Earle is a partisan hyena who is committing prosecutorial abuse by charging Mr. Hammer, source of great slabs of GOP bacon, reminds me of a boy I grew up with.

Jay was a bad boy. He committed fresh offenses daily. Some of them were indicative of sociopathy, including animal torture and shooting other kids with his BB gun. But no matter what Jay did, and no matter how hard his parents came at him, he always maintained denial. Even if there were dozens of play ground witnesses, Jay denied. His theory, a perceptive one, was if he stuck to his denial no matter what, he'd create at least the possibility of doubt. He grasped he didn't have to prove his innocence. He merely had to instill that doubt.

And that, I'm convinced, is what Delay is trying to instill in the collective minds of the Beta Numbed American public.

That little redistricting job alone ought to be enough to jail him, but American politics being what they are porkers like Delay will always find legal means to redraw the maps.

Jay finally reached legal age and bigger crimes and had to answer to an authority larger than his mom and dad. The last time I saw him, 1975, he'd shaved his head and cut himself on the arms, kinda like The Manson chicks. Right before I lost track of him he got arrested for some violent crime. I lost his story after that. He may be in Congress by now.