Kiss Him Goodbye

In honor of the resignation of Eddie “the empty fedora” Jordan here’s the first chorus that sprang to mind, Steam’s 1969 hit…from the era of porno mustaches. I skipped the Bananarama early 80’s versions, and you should thank me for that.

What happened behind closed doors, and what if any “deal” was cut to get him out will no doubt be the subject of much speculation, ridicule and gnashing of teeth in the coming day and weeks. The settlement and Jordan’s replacement and future candidates for the office will likewise be topics of concern.

But for the moment let’s put aside the unknowns and recognize that a duly elected official has been forced from office without a conviction or even an indictment. This was done by sheer outrage and of the citizenry. It took some time, but I recall what I said in a post back in July when to many this day seemed near impossible:

At least there is this: despite the defeated feeling many were left with, there are strong signs that the troubles are not going away for Eddie Jordan. Many remain fully energized on the issue and now have time to put together better coalitions and a more planned strategy. And, as terrible as it is, we can count on one thing: Jordan will screw the pooch again. This was just the first round.

Well, he screwed the pooch, and his scalp has been taken. Let’s hopes this send a signal to the rest of the assorted buffoons that they could be next.