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There’s a first time for everything – two LSOS’s in a single week, but this warrants an award of its own: less than half of the Senate showed up for a briefing on the big bad surveillance scandal that they have been screeching about.

You see, the briefing, which the Senate has been loudly demanding, was held on Thursday afternoon, and we certainly can’t expect our Senators to work an entire 3-day week, now can we? Nope, most of them were at the airport or already on planes (that somehow escaped the budget cuts and cutbacks of Sequestration). So they STILL don’t know about the surveillance scandal that seemed to be so important a couple of days ago:

Only 47 of 100 senators attended the 2:30 briefing, leaving dozens of chairs in the secure meeting room empty as Clapper, Alexander and other senior officials told lawmakers about classified programs to monitor millions of telephone calls and broad swaths of Internet activity. The room on the lower level of the Capitol Visitor Center is large enough to fit the entire Senate membership, according to a Senate aide.

It’s one of two things: either the Senators who blew off the briefing don’t really give a monkey’s about the “scandal”, or they already knew about it. Either way, those who skipped the meeting are Lying Sacks of S***. It’ll take a truckload of Crowns O’ Polished Turds to decorate the domes of all these poltroons, but they have earned them.

Mr. Blunt and Cranky

Ann Romney hath spoken from Her Queenly Perch O’ Entitlement, telling reporter Natalie Morales that She and Lord Willard will not hand out any more information about Their Royal Selves to the media, or we lowly citizens, for that matter. Clearly She and Her little nancy boy Husband have not grasped the difference between public and private sector employment.

Here’s the deal, Annie-me-lass: when one works in the private sector (like Mr. Blunt and Cranky, say), one can live as privately as one wishes. Where you live, how you live, how much money you have, none of that is anybody’s business at all, unless you choose to share it. Most sane people choose to live thus.

Once you decide to operate in the public sector, any expectations of privacy are gone with the wind. And you had to know that, since this ain’t your first rodeo. The law requires one whole helluva lot of disclosure, and lots of politicians (like your late father-in-law, bless him) have raised the bar higher than the law requires, just to make themselves look good avoid even the appearance of a conflict of interest.

Hey, you’re richer than Croesus: good on you, many of us aspire to that. You used the tax laws to your advantage: so do most Americans. You likely have family tragedies that you might not wish to share: same here. So why the secrecy, why the scaredy-cat fuss, why the stonewalling? Because there can’t be anything that bad in your privileged backgrounds – Hell, you’re probably waaaay cleaner than the majority of your prospective subjects fellow citizens.

 If you wanted a completely private life, you should have stayed out of national politics. A wee bit late for that now, though: no matter how Your Royal Romneyness feels, you are going to have to deal with the demands of the new career you and your lackey-boy husband have chosen. Suck it up, buttercup, and open up. And climb off your throne, you look a jackass up there.

Mr. B & C