As if some little corrupt governor,
Upon Lake Michigan's hem,
Went wandering down the corridors,
Until he lucky came
To a vacancy of Senator,
To opportunity for gain,
To willing, eager crowds of suitors,
Such a prize to be won!
I say, as if this little governor
To Eden wandered in--
What then? Why, nothing, only
Your inference therefrom!

Happy Birfday (and apologies) to Emily Dickinson. And Happy Birfday, but no apologies, to Rod Blagojevich, the newly-incarcerated hilariously-corrupt soon-to-be-ex-governor of Illinois.