Personally, I am going to miss this guy. He epitomizes the worst of Democratic politics.

It´s time to move from Illinois–
Corruption rules the land:
Blagojevich, a whipping boy,
Took his defiant stand,
But, since his manner did annoy
(No evidence to hand)
Due process thereby to destroy
Voted an angry band.

The legislators painted him
A kind of reckless goof,
Because his words weren´t always prim–
Yet still they had no proof:
The angels and the seraphim
May fly up near the roof,
But in the chamber men were grim
As justice turned aloof.

Presumption of one´s innocence
In this case having waived,
The mobocrats, they did commence
Upon the path they paved
Long in advance–and who knows hence
Their precedent depraved
Will lead to what? The consequence
May be freedom enslaved.

He strove to do the people´s good,
The governor´s words came rich,
But still the motley angry brood
Preferred to bait-and-switch:
Although his truth they understood
It was a witch-hunt which
To judgment rushed, and him they booed
As though he were a snitch.

Sententious proud the Mighty Quinn
He led them in their jeers,
The angry throng, and by his spin
Turned truth, from what appears
Self-evident, to something thin
Which mob concensus clears,
And though the governor sought to win
Commonsense no one hears.

“A world of allegation doth
Not make a criminal act,”
So said he, but, as behemoth
The mob cared not for fact:
“Impeach, impeach!” they cried, none loath
Reticence to retract,
Conjectures hurling rancid wroth
As calumnies attacked.

So their removal of the Guv
Went off without a hitch–
Whom none might bend so they did shove,
Wrath wrought to feverish pitch;
Ill-tempered legislators of
Corruption in each niche,
Sans justice–much less human love–
Due Rod Blagojevich.

Yet, whom all shun, the gods salute,
And so man´s race is run:
Although the facts men may confute
Colluding everyone,
Who falls so low in men´s repute
The heavens do not shun,
Telling him, “Your speech was a beaut,
And you a man, my son.”

Before the mob he had his say
But they removed him anyway
Ere evidence came into play:
Good people, it is time to pray
That when the court your work reviews
In calumny and wrathful ruse
The judgment-sitters in their pews
Be not the same ole kangaroos.

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