Was it Over When the Germans Bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell No!

As we now know, Larry Craig may have decided to fight this one out a little bit.

I'm not the only one who noticed on Saturday that he said it was his intent to resign from the Senate on 30-September rather than an all-out promise to follow through on that intent.

Personally, I feel bad for the guy. While I have neither the evidence nor the expertise to say that his guilty plea in the misdemeanor should be overturned, it's clear that the GOP threw him out like yesterday's laundry and don't care a bit for a man when he's been kicked (or kicked himself).

But maybe we're now finding out, again, that Larry Craig does not take certain things sitting down.

So my take, for both the sake of the great theater it will provide as well as the pleasure we might take in administering some of their own medicine back to them, Go Larry Craig! Make it a drop-down, drag-out fight. Let's air all the dirty laundry.

One can't help but wonder if the scene in Senator Craig's office over the weekend resembled this one from Animal House. At the end, some bright-eyed, eager staffer might have even quoted Otter...

In this case, I think we have to go all out.

I think this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture
be done on somebody's part.

We're just the guys to do it.

More Lindsay

I was trying to imagine what it would be like, listening in to Lindsay discussing her current situation with her lawers and trusted advisors.

She's now denying that anything illegal really happened.

Part of me thinks that it must be just like the scene in Animal House when Flounder is trying to explain his wrecked car to his brother.

Not a huge stretch....

Just change Flounder's name for LL and I think you'll catch my drift....

D-Day: Hey, quit your blubberin'. When I get through with this baby you won't even recognize it.

Otter: Flounder, you can't spend your whole life worrying about your mistakes! You f***ed up - you trusted us! Hey, make the best of it! Maybe we can help.
Flounder: [crying] That's easy for you to say! What am I going to tell Fred?
Otter: I'll tell you what. We'll tell Fred you were doing a great job taking care of his car, but you parked it out back last night and in the morning, it was gone. We report it to the police, D-Day takes care of the wreck, the insurance company buys your brother a new car.
Flounder: Will that work?
Otter: Hey, it's gotta work better than the truth.
Bluto: [thrusting six-pack into Flounder's hands] My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.
Otter: Better listen to him, Flounder, he's in pre-med.
D-Day: [firing up blow-torch] There you go now, just leave everything to me.