And The Nancy Reagan Award Goes To....

By Miss Kubelik

We cats have been eagerly awaiting the certain indictment of the greedy, grasping Transvaginal Bob McDonnell and his squeezing, wrenching, covetous wife on federal charges in their pathetic gifts scandal. That, we thought, would be the swellest Christmas gift of all.

But HISS, it is not to be — at least not until after the New Year. Transvaginal Bob's attorneys apparently convinced the feds to delay their decision until after Transvaginal Bob and the repulsive Maureen vacate the now-besmirched Governor's mansion. Nuts! Since T-Bob has caused such pain to so many Virginians — particularly female Virginians hoping to control their reproductive destinies — we cats were hoping that the DOJ would ruin his and Mo's Christmas.

Well, maybe it will, after all. How could anyone enjoy the holidays with that hanging over their heads? Meanwhile, we continue to marvel at a peculiar trait of so many Republican wives — one that we can only describe as a gigantic sense of entitlement.

We've called it the Nancy Reagan Award. But maybe we should change it to the Ann Romney Award, since Ann graced us with so many memorable moments last year. Remember her haughty response on Willard's tax returns, "We've given all you people need to know"? And who could forget this classic: "How lucky we are to have someone with Mitt's qualifications and experience and know-how to be able to have the opportunity to run this country"?

And now, Maureen McDonnell — with her $15,000 New York shopping spree, her "junkets for Johnnie" to promote their scam-artist friend's diet supplement, and her abuse of employees (most famously, her and T-Bob's lame attempt to throw her chief of staff under the bus) — may deserve to have our GOP-queen award named after her. That is, if she weren't such a soon-to-be has-been.

Somehow this just doesn't seem to be as much of a problem on the Democratic side of life. Can you picture Dr. Judy Dean acting this way? We can't, either. As for the Transvaginals and their pending and much-deserved indictment, all we cats can say is, our paws are crossed.

(IMAGE: "Bob, does this bedspread make me look fat?")