The chamber came to order, but before the session began thunder cracked.
A freshman senator stood, pentagram of fire behind his head. He smiled at the Majority Leader, muttered something Latin, and all hell broke loose.
All the Hell.
The chamber floor opened, people scrambling to avoid being swallowed, as murderous crows swirled like a typhoon, screeching.
In an unnoticed corner, Ted Kennedy’s ghost took vengeance on Scott Brown.
It was a good day to watch Cspan.
Also: I couldn’t help think, during the hubbub over Christine O’Donnell, somebody really should’ve thought to ask if Chris Coons was a witch…