warmonger (and, please, before you start heaving invective, understand i rarely use that designation but in this case its more than appropriate) paul wolfowitz--whose brilliant  financial acumen led him to prophesy the iraq adventure he worked so hard to bring to being would practically pay for itself once the chinches started into chinchin... oops i meant once  the blizzard of iraqi oil money began drifting into huge piles so it could be shoveled up--is about to validate the peter principle beyond even peter's wildest dreams.

(the chinches thing was actually a a george 'the kingfish' stevens project of equal fiduciary sagacity which played out in an 'amos n andy' episode involving the kingfish's plan to raise chinchillas in his bathtub.)

so anyway, after spending the last four years in the defense department living the role of the big, bad wolfowitz (he huffs...he puffs...he blows) giving new meaning to the rank of general catastrophe, good ol paul is gonna be movin on.  unfortunately, for the rest of us, president bush in his infantile wisdom is nominating the economic guru of our time to a position for which wolfowitz is even less qualified: president of the world bank. 

i guess the kingfish wasn't available due to prior commitments at the mystic knights of the sea lodgehall.