A man goes to a newspaper stand every day, buys a copy of Pravda, glances at the front cover, curses, and throws it away.

After a few weeks of this the seller just has to ask what's going on: "why do you always look at the cover but never inside?"

"I'm looking for an obituary."

"An obituary? But those are in the back!"

"Oh no, the obituary I'm looking for will be on the front page."


Alas, the one I'm looking for did not appear today. As a side note, how depraved is that, that I awaken every morning and go looking for somebody to die? Anyway, I digress.

But consider that obituary. It is something we are all hoping and longing for, but what do we do when it happens?

A good deal of that will depend on the timing. If he is removed, disgraced, incarcerated at the time - there will be great rejoicing in the land!

But....what if he's still in office?

We're going to get this.





Unlike Heydrich, however - the President is likely to end up at Arlington National Cemetery in a place of honor. Which will in turn become a place of pilgrimage, and our National Shame will be perpetuated forevermore.

It would be better for everyone if he ended up like Mozart.