Well, it’s been quite a week, hasn’t it? All but 23 Democrats (I’m not counting Obama and Biden) stabbed us on the back on Monday. Scalito was crowned on Tuesday morning, after which freedom of speech (or at least freedom of t-shirt) was officially outlawed, and dubya gave a eunuch’s version of the SOTU address, boldly pledging to “form a commission,” and officially denouncing Rick Santorum’s attempts to cross-breed with a schnauzer.

Wednesday saw the Capitol Police saying “oops” about the whole t-shirt thing, but at least everybody was treated equally (Bill Young’s wife was asked to leave, and Cindy Sheehan was given the bum’s rush out the door, handcuffed, thrown in the hoosegow, and charged with a crime).

On Thursday, Bush said he was just kidding in the SOTU when he said he would “replace more than 75 percent of our oil imports from the Middle East by 2025.” Later on that day, Republicans pulled a Boehner, and, in a tough new approach to ethics reform, voted to ban former members of Congress from the House gym. Over at Gobbler’s Knob – insert Monica Lewinsky joke here – Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, presumably indicating that we will have six more weeks of unseasonably warm weather.

What joys will Friday bring?