These are some sweaty, nervous, stonewalling shoes to fill—Scott McClellan is stepping down as White House Press Secretary. I am almost afraid to contemplate the next data a point on a line descending from Ari Fleischer through McClellan. Time will tell.
As for the song—we have several Irish Interns, or at the very least Interns who habitually patronize a nearby Irish Pub. The seem to have got it into their heads that standing on a table and singing their assignment to local alcoholics is an acceptable use of company time.
And it’ll have to do; the entire staff seems to be in that rare state that goes beyond what could be decently described as hungover or even malaise. I believe I will never see humans who more closely resemble the living dead.
Exciting things happening behind the scenes—more news next week. The Marketing Director keeps high-fiving his assistant, but as his assistant is a life-size cardboard cutout of The Fonz, I do not want to unduly raise your hopes.
