Whitney ably held forth on Roger Clemens over at Gheorghe: The Blog, and my disdain for the Texas Con Man is well documented in this space, so I'll refrain from direct commentary on his current woes. (Except, of course, to note that karma is a motherfucker. Frankly, that phrase should be on my tombstone, so frequently do I use it. That'd be an interesting trip to Grandpa's final resting place, I imagine.)
Instead, today's quick and dirty reflections concern Congress' role in l'affaire du Clemens. At a time when our country's mired in an intractable foreign conflict, our energy consumption and mortgage lending practices threaten our economic stability, dozens of legislators face questions about their ethics, the scourge of two consenting same-sex adults god-forbid wanting to marry one another continues unabated, and the Redskins are without a head coach, the House Committee on Oversight and Government Reform wants to spend your tax dollars and mine on investigating whether Roger Clemens got a needle in his ass and lied about it? And now they've involved the Justice Department to conduct a full and detailed probe into the matter.
Hey, I despise Roger Clemens as much as the next guy. But sweet fancy Moses, don't we have better things to do with our time? Because Henry Waxman (D-CA) and Tom Davis (R-VA) want some precious face time on our nation's television screens, our legislators, their staffs, and a chunk of DOJ personnel get to go all Perry Mason. Hope it helps Waxman get laid, 'cause with a mug like his, he needs all the, ahem, performance enhancers he can get.