That's been clear for a long time.
They're going to ride off into the sunset, their saddle bags stuffed with loot, whooping and hollering and laughing at the marshalls who can't get their boots in their stirrups to get on their horses to ride after them. They're going to live out their lives on the other side of the Rio, safe and fat and happy in their haciendas, surrounded by friends and fawning servants and beautiful senoritas with roses in their hair playing the guitar and singing ribald songs about limp-dicked Democrats.
George Bush probably doesn't even know he's loathed and despised and he probably won't ever know. He'll always be in the company of flatterers and sycophants who will assure him over and over again that he was a great President and he saved the country from the terrorists and children will be singing songs about him for the next three hundred years.
Dick Cheney and Karl Rove know they are hated by all decent people, but they think decent people are chumps and saps and to be hated by them is a sure sign of success.
The many Republican Congressmen and Senators who will lose their seats come November will find high-paying sinecures in the corporate welfare system.
The bad guys are all going to get away.
The only satisfaction we're going to have is knowing that they've been run out of town by the outraged citizenry, even if they don't feel like they've been run out of town. History will give us little solace. The history books will be full of wild almost unbelievable tales of their crimes and depredations but we'll still be trying to explain to our grandchildren that they were the bad guys the way we're still trying to explain to half the country that Nixon and Reagan were bad guys.
And come January, Marshall Reid and Sheriff Pelosi and Deputy Steny will stand up on the podiums of the Senate and the House and tell us all what a great job they did cleaning up this town.