You know I’m going to love any news story with Tom DeLay in it.

And since I almost single-handedly keep the Dairy Queen in business, Alfredo makes sure that I get to see them all.

This one is primarily about Shelton Adelson being so crooked that he has to screw on his socks in the morning.  I knew that Adelson was on a first name basis with the bottom of the deck and that he’s so untrustworthy that he has to have someone else call the hogs, but I didn’t know how really, really evil this guy is.

Adelson is under investigation by several federal agencies.

Then there’s an unrelated investigation by the United States attorney’s office in Los Angeles into whether the Sands Corporation violated federal money-laundering laws by accepting millions from high-rolling gamblers accused of drug trafficking and embezzlement. The Wall Street Journal reported earlier this month that federal authorities are examining whether the casino should have reported the suspicious funds to the government. Instead, the company accepted $100 million from one of the gamblers and gave him free hotel rooms, plane rides and large lines of credit.

So, what folks are wondering is, does Sheldon have some ulterior reason for wanting to buy the Presidency for Mitt Romney?  Has Sheldon bought politicians before?

Of course he has.

Tom DeLay.

In 2001, when China was making a pitch to hold the Olympics, it was worried about a resolution pending in the House that would oppose the bid because of its “abominable human rights record.” To curry favor with China, Mr. Adelson called Tom DeLay, then the House majority whip — and another recipient of Mr. Adelson’s campaign generosity — and urged him to block the resolution, according to a court deposition by William Weidner, then the president of Sands. Mr. DeLay quickly promised the bill would never see the light of day, and he was true to his word.

Good Lord, the guy is a horse thief and whorehouse gambler.  And he needs buy a President.

Bless Mitt Romney’s heart, he is a hooker without a heart of gold.  Or any kind of heart, for that matter.

Thanks to Alfredo over at the Dairy Queen for the heads up.