I’m delusional. I believe that people are innocent until proven guilty. Except, I’m not sure how to fit Rod Blagojevich into that belief. He’s not really a member of the “people” group. Yes, I’ll tell myself that—he’s an alien. Surely no human being is capable of being such a nut. Plus, I think the hair gives him away. And, by the way, he did admit that he's "living on the wrong planet."

Following his trial quite closely, though not as close as someone I know (hint, hint: Sethefer), I’m just so confused by this “being.” On one hand people just love him. They flock to him at the courthouse, push their way in to get a photo with the  defrocked governor and seemingly celebrate every word he says. One the other hand, there’s his non-stop diarrhea of the mouth in and out of court; oh, and there’s that little something about trying to sell a SENATE seat!

Yesterday, the prosecutors played more of the recordings of the alien and his wife.  The latest rant was more of a lament, really, wallowing in his own self pity about how people are ungrateful for his love:

                 "I (expletive) busted my ass and pissed people off and gave your grandmother

                  a free (expletive) ride on a bus. OK? I gave your (expletive) baby a chance to

                  have health care. And what do I get for that? Only 13 percent of you all out

                  there think I'm doing a good job. So (expletive) all of you."

Gee, thanks Rod. Thanks for giving my grandma a free ride—except that she doesn’t ride the bus. Thanks for giving my baby a chance to have health care—except that I don’t have a baby. Oh, and thanks for the “f-you.” That’s wonderful. I’m glad you can speak your mind freely. I’m sure everyone feels that you are a messiah and have just improved our lives to such a point that you are a demigod. How dare any of us not support you? Shame, shame on the 87 percent of us that didn’t approve of you.

There’s also a little bit of a to-do about the fact that Rod didn’t really do any work. Let’s not forget, he is the only governor in a long long time that didn’t live in Springfield. Anyway, as his own former deputy governor Robert Greenlee stated, Blago spent most of his time at home and actually only showed up at work for 2 to 8 hours a week at work. Meanwhile, while he was at work, he’d hide in the bathroom to avoid confronting anyone who tried to discuss difficult policy problems like, oh say, the state budget. I should try that. Next time my boss wants to discuss something I’ll just run and spend some quiet time in the bathroom. I wonder if that would work in court too. I’ll be sure to blog about it if I do it.

The other thing that I find remarkable is that Rod really thought he had something f*!&ing golden in that senate seat. He never really thought that anyone would even bat an eye if he was to literally “sell” the seat. It’s not like a pair of Miami Heat Finals tickets next year. It’s a SENATE seat dork! You can’t sell or scalp that, Roddy! As an aside, Rod did entertain putting himself in the seat, but then dismissed that idea once he realized that this was his shot at the big time. Then he thought, gee, maybe I could be named to some cabinet or similar post. Ambassador Blago? I guess after you and your foul-mouthed wife need $400,000 a year for your wardrobe you really do have to think about where your next dollar (or thousands of dollars) will come from.

I just can’t wait to read about today’s court hearing……