My former governor, Connecticut's own John Rowland, has just been sentenced to a year in the slammer. Rowland's plight, you may recall, was best memorialized in a poem by his wife, recited at the Chamber of Commerce, which I excerpt for you here:
This man who has given you many years of his life,
who has stood tall and strong,
throughout good times and strife.
He has championed our cities,
our schools and our arts,
he's made sure that our children are ready and smart.
He doesn't get bullied by big union bosses,
who picket and whine and dwell on their losses.
He's the man with the plan for the good of our state,
and he won't let the press twist and turn our state's fate.
You can blame the press, or you can blame Rowland's confessed proclivity for accepting many thousands of dollars in bribes. Either way, he'll soon be joining Bridgeport's former mayor, Waterbury's former mayor, the former state treasurer, and eventually his deputy chief of staff, who helpfully led investigators to a stash of gold coins buried in his garden.