And once again, it's Mark Foley (or at least someone faxing to Drudge under that name).

"Believe I'm an alchoholic"??? WTF? Believe me, Mark--if I may call you Mark--if you're an alchoholic, you're either in denial, or you know. There's none of this "believe" shit.

And with the priest, er, Congressman checking into rehab, I'm more and more minded to ask if Cardinal "Bernie" Law and Speaker "Denny" Hastert were separated at birth.

Not to say that having Foley stashed away in rehab isn't very convenient. Because it looks like some Republican staffers or strategists are keeping their heads when everyone around them is losing theirs. Consider:

1. Calling in the FBI, even if a criminal investigation results, kicks the can down the road past the mid-terms. (This argues, again, for the existence of a Republican pedophile ring. Because if it was just Foley, why not throw him to the wolves? And remember, the White House never, ever comments on ongoing criminal investigations. Because if they started doing that, they'd never get any work done.

2. Getting Foley into rehab gets him out of the public eye and especially away from the press.

3. Setting up the hotline lets them know how many other pedophile time bombs are out there. Funny they didn't set one up back in 2001. I guess they figured they had the situation contained.

NOTE For anyone with reportorial resources, where are Foley's computers, now that he's in rehab? And what mail, messages and files were backed up on the House servers, anyhow?