I began my commute this morning listening to Johnny Cash’s version of “I Hung My Head.” A cheery little ditty to help get me in the mood for today’s meeting (for which I am holding out hope that there’ll be a last minute cancellation). Not that I wasn’t in the mood already. I was awakened at about 2:30 this morning, and never actually got back to sleep, so let’s just say I’m tired and a little bit grumpy. Not as grumpy as everybody’s favorite Sheriff, Joe Arpaio, I bet.
Seems Sheriff Joe might be in a little bit of (well-deserved) trouble.
A three-person disciplinary panel of the state’s high court said there was enough evidence to prove “beyond a reasonable doubt†that the sheriff and three of his closest allies participated in what the panel believes was federal crime in December 2009.
The alleged crime doesn’t stem from battles over immigration, pink underwear or any of the other things that have made Arpaio famous. Instead, it deals with a feud among local government officials in which the panel said the sheriff and his allies took things way too far.
It would be nice to see Joe in a pair of pink panties. No, wait, I take that back. It’s actually a rather unnerving thought. But it would be nice to see him go down. No, wait, that’s kind of an icky thought, too.
Speaking of icky thoughts, it’s almost time for my stupid meeting.