"He says 'I gotta see a joker/And I'll be right back...' "

Well, they gotz the Spitz. The Fedz, I mean. Of course, it was man's age old foe far prior to organized government that really did him in. The same one that does us all in, eventually.

You fellas know what I'm talking about. So beguiling. So deadly. Always a wild card....

Chicks, man. Why must they tempt us so?

I was just in Washington, DC's Mayflower Hotel recently on business. (Not that kind of business, fortunately.) To commemorate this spectacularly sordid, this staggeringly sad demise of an otherwise dedicated public servant, here's Steely Dan's caustic yet poignant tale of a similarly disgraced, lost soul in the Empire State: "Daddy Don't Live in That New York City No More".

Lash me to the mast, boyz. I can see them! I can hear them! They're calling to me...