Life ain’t easy for the politically sensitive, multicultural police chief.

Where I live in Virginia, Prince William County’s Jefe de la Policia Charlie Deane had a near miss. Authorities in Fairfax County, on our Northern border, arrested a Belgian accused of soliciting prostitution. A records check, conducted as part of the Federal 'Secure Communities' program, revealed this miscreant was also an illegal alien.

Thank goodness this bad man was caught before he had a chance to cross the Occoquan.

Adding Belgian outreach to his already extensive Hispanic illegal alien outreach could have pushed Jefe Deane over the edge. There is only so much apologizing for enforcing the law that one man can do.

Last year Virginia’s liberal 'progressives' - whose commitment to the free marketplace of ideas endures only so long as it exclusively supports their views - were outraged over the advent of the Choose Life personalized license plate.

There’s just something about trying to keep babies alive that makes their blood boil.

Gov. Tim Kaine, described by the Washington Post as 'a Catholic who personally opposes abortion,' signed legislation authorizing the plate. This 'personally opposed' phrasing by Catholic members of the Party of Death, is not a statement of strong moral standards. It’s simply a dodge that says these particular convictions are so limp and malleable they won’t actually take any positive political steps to support their own beliefs.

Remember when the weather was just fine, before Al Gore started griping about it?

Blizzards were formerly a one-per-customer situation in the DC area where I live. Now it’s come to a pretty pass when we can't keep track of our snow events. By my count we are on climate event number four, so it seems premature to commit to the Blizzard of 2010 before the winter is truly over.

Snowtrina was my suggestion, but it didn’t catch on outside this office. If Snomageddon continues, we may have to start numbering blizzards like Super Bowls or health care 'reform' bills.

One of my former jobs was group creative director at an ad agency. My largest client was Blue Cross & Blue Shield, the health insurance company. Inside BCBS you could find decision–makers, decision–avoiders, heartless bureaucrats, soft–hearted bureaucrats, dedicated employees and paper shufflers.

But what you could not find was a money tree just ready to be plucked by opportunistic politicians.

Which brings me to the latest revenue–raising idea from the Board of Supervisors in Prince William County, VA where I live. The county is suffering from a revenue shortfall, so the board is looking for new funding sources and plans to start charging county residents for ambulance transport.

This weekend I’m going to be at Carter Hall in Millwood, VA presenting a lecture on message development for candidates and elected officials. It’s part of the University of Virginia’s Sorenson Institute for Political Leadership.

The Institute is a high-minded outfit that “seeks to improve political leadership in Virginia, thereby strengthening the quality of governance at all levels of government.”

I’ve always wondered why Sorenson risks damaging its reputation by associating with a disreputable character such as myself, but after looking at the my day’s agenda, I suspect I’m comic relief brought in to liven up the proceedings after a few hours of lectures on campaign finance and ethics.

I want to discuss Mark McGwire’s steroid confession, but first, in the interest of full disclosure, it’s only fair I mention my own experience with performance enhancing drugs. During my 20’s I played Rugby for a number of forgettable teams in the Midwest. On one of these squads we had a do it yourself' pharmacist we'll call Mark, since that was his name.

Mark drove a van, lived in a ratty rent house filled with unusual earthy odors and favored bead curtains instead of doors, so naturally he was the man to see for your under the counter chemical needs.