No verdict yet in the Transvaginal Bob McDonnell corruption trial, but we cats are hardly surprised. Bob and his greedy cheerleader wife face a passel of charges — 14, count 'em, 14 — and five and a half hours are barely enough time for the jury to get started.
So while we wait, we'll muse on the definition of a term that Bob and Maureen's defense teams are fond of using: "Tragedy."
We remember hissing as the trial got underway back at the end of July that we weren't going to stand for any characterization of the McDonnell doings as, um, that word. If there's anything this spectacle has made clear, it's that Bob and Maureen are simply horrible people who deserve every grief that's come to them and more. But on Friday in his closing argument, defense attorney Henry Asbill called the McDonnell marriage “the terrible tragedy at the heart of this misguided prosecution.”
Sorry, Mr. Asbill, but you need to get a dictionary. A tragedy is a disaster, a calamity, an unparalleled shot of misfortune. Malaysia Airlines Flight 370 is a tragedy. The collapse of that clothing factory in Bangladesh was a tragedy. The train derailment in Lac-Megantic, Quebec, was a tragedy. The conservative-Christian-but-ultimately-unholy union of Bob and Maureen just doesn't rise to that level.
But if Asbill persists, we cats have one question: If the McDonnells are such a tragedy, why are we laughing so much? We cats PURR.
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