I'm going to hell...

(sung to a well-known tune)

Ding, dong, now Lindsay's dead.

Next is Mitch.

The big, bad Mitch.

Ding, dong, now Lindsay Graham's dead.

Hey, Death, you sleepy head,

We see Mitch is still in bed.

Get to work and make sure he is dead

And gone where the evil go

Below...

Where Satan's glow

Will show

He's where we know

He joined in Lindsay's torment.

Ding, dong, now Lindsay's dead.

Next is Mitch.

The wicked Mitch.

Ding, dong, know that Lindsay Graham's dead.

As I said, I'm really very bad to have written this. I know it. Mentally. But emotionally, these two...and that other POS in the White House...are the types who make the world a better place by leaving it.

To be clear, I don't believe in hell. But people like them make me wish, sometimes, that I did.

Meanwhile, MQM is coming along. I wrote a bit where ReShawn finds out from his wife, Viona, the gossip in the hospital she does tech for is...Elissa Manville (who was helping Dillon Walstead prosecute Simon) is talking to the bar association about concerns she had regarding the case. 

In short, covering her ass. Which tells ReShawn the veil of secrecy the AG had put over the investigation is cracking, word is getting out...and the rats are deserting the sinking ship.

Which will lead to a quiet talk between ReShawn and Dillon's father, Arlon, as they watch son and grandson, respectively, during a high school baseball match. Which will wrap the story up as Arlon quietly says, "Sometimes a dead man is more effective at causing change than a live one."

Or something to that effect.