Free At Last!! Free At Last!! Thank Gawd Almighty, Mr. Scooter's Free At Last!!!

As the frat-boy fuck-up of Crawford gets the S. S. Privilege stuck on a mudbar down east, just after entertaining one-time KGB apparatchik Vlad Putin, the White House announces (don't you just love that, a talking building?) a commutation for I. Lewis "Scooter" Libby, w/in hours of the Appeals Court determination that, as Mr. Libby's appeal just wasn't terribly likely to go anywhere, "Scooter" should take his medicine like a big boy & show up for jail before Sep't. The former Butcher-in-Chief of The Great State of Texas, who couldn't be bothered to commute any of the 150+ death sentences that came before him, decided that two and a half yrs. was much too great a sentence for the ever loyal, if forgetful, Mr. Libby, and after all, Mrs. Scooter & the offspring (Biff & Muffy?) were just devastated by the whole thing. Can anyone think of any other situations involving devastated families, offspring, relatives, friends, etc., that the president might be able to do something about with the stroke of a pen?