Ladies and Gentlemen, Rod Blagojevich!
It's an ill wind that blows no good, even in Chicago in November. Take Skittles Blagojevich, a small white dog — could be a bichon frise, maybe a Maltese — who joined the family shortly after Governor Rod's arrest on December 9, 2008, when it was alleged that he was auctioning off Barack Obama's Senate seat. Whatever Skittles allegedly was doing on or before that date, he or she — I didn't look; who am I, Woodward and Bernstein? — landed soft on his or her paws as the newest member of the former first family of Illinois, obtained to distract and console Rod and Patti's two young daughters, Amy and Annie, when their home was hemmed in daily by satellite trucks and Dad was crowned Blago, clown king of political corruption.
Skittles was there when the indictment was handed down last April, charging Blago with sixteen felonies, including making false statements to federal agents, racketeering, conspiracy, and attempted extortion. Skittles was there when Mrs. Blago went to Costa Rica and ate a dead tarantula on I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here, because the judge in Blago's case, fearing Blago might not return for the trial, refused to allow him out of the country to appear on the show. And Skittles is here now, at Revere Park, walking the sidelines while Annie's Saturday-morning soccer team plays to yet another scoreless tie under a high autumn sky.
They could be any family anywhere, a fiction they're trying to maintain under dire circumstances. Nobody has a steady job, Blago's staring at a prison stretch as long as twenty years, and however corrupt he may have been as governor, he apparently botched the part about putting a pile of money aside, just in case. Hence the tarantula, which turns out to have been the dignified choice.
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