“I got a word what rhymes wit you”

That sentence, or its functional equivalent, was in a Tarzan book. I read them voraciously, some 30+ years ago. Good moral advice; good stories; good skepticism of motives. In this case, the person who was to be rhymed was named Bubanovitch, if memory and spelling serve.

The rhyme today comes from Illinois. Governor Blagojevich is in hot water of his own cooking.

Gov. Rod R. Blagojevich of Illinois was arrested by federal authorities on Tuesday morning and charged with corruption, including an allegation that he conspired to effectively sell President-elect Barack Obama’s seat in the United States Senate to the highest bidder.

His backup plan was to take the seat himself.

“If I don’t get what I want and I’m not satisfied with it, then I’ll just take the Senate seat myself,” the governor said in recorded conversation, prosecutors said.

A 76-page affidavit from the United States Attorney’s office in the Northern District of Illinois says Mr. Blagojevich (pronounced bluh-GOY-uh-vich) was heard on wiretaps over the last month planning to “sell or trade Illinois’ United States Senate seat vacated by Pres-elect Barack Obama for financial and personal benefits for himself and his wife.”

Greedy Bastard.

That sonovabitch Blagojevich
Had thought he’d found the perfect pitch
He thought he’d sell a precious toy
But ran into a little glitch

The Guv’ner is a naughty boy—
He puts the “ill” in Illinois
He looked for payment, ere he’d choose
A worthy person to employ

But now his tale has hit the news
And no one wants to share his shoes
It’s called a “spree”; it’s a “new low”
Blagojevich now sings the blues

He had the power to bestow
The Senate seat, so dontcha know
Blagojevich, that sonovabitch
Was holding out for quid pro quo.


  1. says

    Maybe Blag’s a son-of-a-bitchMaybe you should ditch the snitch. Maybe it’s true he sold the nicheOf Senator (Ill) to make him rich. Perhaps indeed he made a pitch For pelf or place to scratch his itch.To a limping Aussie on his crutchWho hears “Prop 8” and “chads” and such:The jargon, the people, are Double Dutch, Of US affairs I don’t know much.There is one thing, neverthelessThat I know to my distress.Though no lawyer, I have a smatterAnd I hear one legal matter,A principle of which we chatter.One with which we liked to batterDeparting Bush, because the latterIgnored it blithely left and right,And smashed the Constitution’s might. Viz: Blag may be an angel, he may be bent,Till proven guilty he’s innocent.

  2. says

    Aussielurker, your point is taken, and appreciated, with a minor quibble…”is innocent” is not the same as having “the presumption of innocence”, which is a legal matter. The truth is, he either did or did not do what he is accused of, so he either is innocent or is not innocent in actuality. Legally, however, he is presumed innocent, and could be found “not guilty” by a court of law. I am not a court of law; I am grateful beyond words that we hold our courts to a higher standard than we hold bloggers. For two reasons–first, because if I (me, personally) go to court, it matters a lot more what the guy in the robe says than what the person in the back of the audience says (yes, I may be concerned about both). Secondly, because if I was held to the legal standard, a whole bunch of “allegedly”s would have mucked up my meter!

  3. says

    Thank you, O so noble Cuttle,Your point is taken, also subtle.It’s just that I had grown so wearyOf governments’ behaviour eerie:Our ghastly Howard and your BushContriving evermore to pushTheir power forward, it’s no error,Pretending it’s a war on terror;Throwing out the legal normsWhile the people’s lack of gormsEgged them on with acclamation.It’s far better for a nationTo stick to principles like this,But those of us who liked to dissOur government’s ignoring rightsWould do best to keep our sightsOn cases where the rule can irk,One rule for all alone can work.But now to matters of this time -As a modest tyro in rhymeI will say “Good Festivus”(“Something for the Rest of Us”)To you and yours, your doting fans,And hope your rhyming ever scans.(Unlike mine, alas alack,Being but a rhymester hack).And so I say, from yours to mine:A happy season, 2009!I am no critic, nor berserker(sgd) Your admirer, Aussielurker.

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