No, they have not snuck out of town in disgrace and shame. They're very much in charge, and this week they're all slopping through the congressional trough 24/7 since Boeing lost the multibillion-dollar tanker contract.

True to form, the congressional lap dogs -- fearful of fewer donations from the fat cats -- roll over at the command of their corporate prostitutes.

Good doggie.

Let'em run outta gas. As Bob Dylan says, "country'll grow."