So what have we learned so far about the incoming Obama Presidency?

Well, that you didn`t need to elect a Clinton, to get all the Clinton washouts. Including, perhaps a Clinton, herself.

But my favorite appointment, so far, is John Podesta - the chief of Obama's transition team. Now, he's the joker who presided over the last minute pardons of scumbag Mark Rich and a few unrepentant FALN terrorists. But I'm more enamored by his obsession with little green men. Seriously, back in 2002, Podesta formed a group that demanded access to secret government records on UFOs. It was called the Coalition for Freedom of Information, a title you must admit would look good on a silver jumpsuit.

So right after 9/11 – the worst attack on American soil ever – we knew there was someone in DC who had their priorities in order.

I mean, maybe Martians did bomb the World Trade Center.

You see, UFO obsession is a funny phenomenon, mainly because it points out a peculiar aspect of progressivism, of which Podesta is a rabid follower. And that is, if you believe in progressive ideas, you'll believe in just about anything – including kooky conspiracies concerning the suppression of alien discovery.

Look, I don`t dispute that there may be aliens among us – look at the Olson twins (who clearly are the offspring of ET and a mountain goat), but there are more urgent matters to deal with, other than wrinkly creatures with a knack for anal probing.

But enough about Barney Frank.

See, I've always felt that people into UFOs are one step away from insanity – because normal life is so complicated to them, that they cling to fabulous conspiracies as a shallow form of intellectual comfort. If you disagree with them, then you`re simply blind to the truth, which as you know – is as real as David Duchovny`s sex addiction.

The bottom line: thinking about UFO's is a luxury when you've got nothing else to think about: a symptom of backward prioritizing and a skewed sense of proportion that makes no sense, especially when you`ve got real terror at your doorstep.

Me, I would love the idea of the existence of little green men. Imagine the back rubs you could get with those long bony fingers.

And if you disagree with me, then you sir are worse than Hitler.