Well she knows what I’m about,
She can take what I dish out, and that’s not easy,
Well she knows me through and through,
She knows just what to do, and how to please me.
She’s a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She’s a lady.
Talkin’ about that little lady and the lady is mine.

Meet Patti Blagojevich. Wife of Rod, daughter of one of the most powerful alderman in Chicago, realtor to one Mr. Tony Rezko. And such a potty mouth!

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Well, well.  What have we learned?

1. Patrick Fitzgerald is afraid of nobody, and he got convictions on all of them.  George Ryan.  Connie Black.  Scooter Libby (of a sort). If I were Richard M. Daley, Mayor, I would set up a hotline to his lawyers, pronto.

2. AG Lisa Madigan was just on teevee, saying that she is willing, as a last resort, to go to the Illinois Supreme Court to have them declare Blagojevich incapable of office. He is certainly on borrowed time, and even that is running short.

3. Nobody is safe. Even Barack Obama needs to sweat. Any call that he has ever made to The Man With The Hair That Dare Not Speak Its Name will be scrutinized. This is the new birth certificate, friends.

4. Tomorrow will bring fresh hell. But it will be hard to have that news be as downright hilarious as today’s.

So, as I mentioned earlier, I was able to get a ticket to the Cubs playoff game tonight.  Rather than discuss the outcome of the game or how much I paid for the ticket (or how going to bathroom at Wrigley is the most degrading and disgusting experience one can have outside of a prison), I would rather discuss a little politics.  Our seats were right below the entrances to the super luxury boxes, which, again, at Wrigley means they have a few lawn chairs, a 12 pack of Old Style and an open toilet pit in the middle of the room.  Midway through the second inning I hear a bunch of people start booing, which I thought was odd since the Cubs were doing well at that second.  But I look up and who is on the catwalk going into a suite but Mr. Helmet Hair himself, Rod Blagojevich.  It was awesome, the crowd booed him the whole time and he just stood there and waved and grinned like an idiot.  Which takes balls I guess, although he knows he couldn’t get elected dog catcher at this point so he might as well enjoy the time he has left.  And that hair – sweet jesus it was a sight even from 50 feet away.