Orange Crybaby Heading Back To West Chester

After five years as Weeper of -- uh, I mean Speaker of the House, Rep John Boehner (R-OH) has had enough.  He's quitting next month.  He'll go back home to exurban Cincinnati to spend the rest of his days smoking and playing golf.

In his tenure as Head Cat Herder, he presided over the worst, most fractious, most destructive, least productive, do-nothing-est House of Representatives in American history.  It was a tough job, what with the Tea Bag influence, billionaires buying politicians, and a GOP with so many factions it's produced umpteen "presidential" primary candidates.  Boehner wasn't up to the task.  As Speaker, he personified the Peter Principle -- he had risen to the level of his incompetence.

So, as the Orange Man rides off into the orange sunset, he is best remembered in the words of columnist and author Matt Taibbi, who had this to say back in January 2011:
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John Boehner is the ultimate Beltway hack, a man whose unmatched and self-serving skill at political survival has made him, after two decades, the hairy blue mold on the American congressional sandwich.

He's a five-tool insider who can lie, cheat, steal, play golf, change his mind on command and do anything else his lobbyist buddies and campaign contributors require of him.

It's hard to imagine a more unlikely marriage than John Boehner and the pitchfork-wielding, incumbent-eating TEA party, whose blood ostensibly boils at the thought of business as usual. Because John Boehner is business as usual, a man devoted almost exclusively to his own political survival by tending faithfully to the corrupt and clanking Beltway machinery.