Irony

He had to go to Florida to take a dip among the tar balls. He rushed down there in response to polling demands that he come away from Versailles and the other palaces to put a patch on the damage he's done to the Gulf coast beach industry.

He sacrificed 27 hours of his precious perpetual vacation and public adoration time to hit the pristine white sands of Florida. He and Sasha dipped and surprisingly there was no oil. For more than 90% of the Gulf beaches there never was. HRH Michelle sulked in the cabana.

They knew that this redneck purgatory was temporary and then they would be off to Martha's Vineyard where they would resume the luxury life. Ten beautiful days of:

How Was Your Swim, Sasha? Oh, Crappy?

Somewhere the gods are laughing.

There's got to be a new czar and a federal clean-up manager with twice daily press conferences on the crap clean up of the New England coast. Will we have 24/7 robo-cam coverage of the source of the problem? Will hordes of reporters be scouring the coastal rocks for offending proof of the pollution. Are there going to be thousands of government workers in white coveralls with long-handled nets and poop scoops working this issue?

Day Two of the Coastal Crap Crisis dawns.