Sinking Ship Minus Rats Equals ?

In your mind's eye, slap the manhole cover & cockroaches from this altered Michael Ramirez illustration on the Eastern Seaboard. Not that it doesn't work well on the Middle East, but for story purposes imagine that the water is the Potomac, not the Persian Gulf.
Nightmares. Lost friendships. Anger. The skies darkened by flocks of birds returning to their roosts. That about sums up the White House of late as more & more of Bush's corps of enablers/"advisers" stream out like cockroaches fleeing for darkness when the kitchen light is turned on, hoping to salvage something of their lives, careers & bank accounts.

Good luck, vermin. Aw, who are we kidding? Look where they wind up:

Most of those who have left in recent months are hitting the speaking circuit, considering book contracts or joining consulting firms. Peter Wehner took a position at the Ethics and Public Policy Center, Peter Feaver returned to teach at Duke University, Inboden has been hired to open a think tank in London. Former budget director Rob Portman has gone back to Cincinnati, where he plans to practice law and maybe run for governor.
Rove already has multiple options. While on the phone from Dallas before a meeting on the future Bush library, he excused himself to answer a knock at the hotel door. A package arrived and he ripped it open. "I sign it and suddenly I'm a lot richer," he said with Rovian mirth. What kind of contract, he would not say. It was not a book contract; Bartlett said nearly 20 publishers are competing for Rove's book.
[...]
As for O'Sullivan, she has taken a fellowship at Harvard University's John F. Kennedy School of Government while she
ponders her next step.

Is there no punishment for these people, no justice? A suggestion from Joe Klein:

In May, Klein used his Time magazine blog to directly challenge a Wehner essay on politics and the war, chastising his onetime friend for ignoring "the lives lost and shattered" and the "vast damage" to U.S. standing done by the Iraq war. "I have two pieces of career advice," Klein wrote to Wehner. "Stop writing this swill and think about penance. Take some time to clear your head, a lot of time, and pay for your sins by emptying bedpans at Walter Reed."

We'd suggest that these sub-humans serve as actual bedpans, but that's just us.

Inspiration for the crypto-Nazi tone of this item provided by Pirate's Cove & Blue Star Chronicles, as well as Michael Ramirez, the illustrator. After all, what's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. (We're the gander, they're the geese.)