There are plenty of cemeteries around Washington DC. Plenty of famous people who chose this spot as their final resting place. And tourists constantly find themselves pensively standing alongside the graves of such icons as Audie Murphy, John F. Kennedy or Thurgood Marshall to pay tribute to their accomplishments.

However, I propose we build more and at breakneck speed.

 Yes!

Clear that land!  Use eminent domain. Raze buildings and chisel new tombstones! Don’t delay. After all, you frankly can’t get it done fast enough.

Oh but I must mention, there’ll be no real digging necessary. Nope, a small service and a epitaph will do just fine. No bodies will actually make it into this hallowed ground. This proposal of mine, is for the “Cemetery of Political Suicides and Dashed Presidential Dreams”.

Ah, and prepare a sizable plot for Mark Sanford.

The South Carolina governor and one-time presidential hopeful for the struggling GOP’s 2012 plan threw it all away in an awe-inspiring fashion last month with his admission that his story of hiking in the Appalachians was all a ruse. No, he was instead in Argentina winding down after a tough budget battle…..with his mistress! That’s right. A mistress, and not really his first either. It turns out, Sanford later divulged, that he’s “crossed the line” many times over the years with many women. (Can’t you just see the ‘Sanford in 2012’ campaign buttons being piled into a large dumpster right about now?)

The saddest part of all of this is that his story is so unequivocally NOT unique. Sure the details change but the heart of the offense is always the same. Just ask John Ensign, David Vitter, John Edwards (whose political corpse seems to be buried, dug up, then buried again on almost a monthly schedule as of late), Eliot Spitzer, Larry Craig…it goes on and on and on.

So many leaders; so many disappointments. Countless voters and supporters stripped of their faith in the system, in its leaders, in government.

But continual falls from grace (in a city where dedications and ceremonies are a daily occurrence) seem fit to be commemorated.

The aspirations of throngs of men who’d one day like to forward their mail to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue are being quashed now, so act soon!

Erect a shining golden sign above some impressive wrought-iron gates and let’s open for business. And pick a place where there’s plenty of available property nearby.

(I don’t think we’ve seen the last of our scandalous spirits ready for an R.I.P above their names)

So it seems there’s a bit of haze on the windows of transparency at the White House these days. Despite President Obama’s vow to use more Windex than any of his predecessors, maybe this job isn’t so easy.

The latest quandary is centered on the White House visitors log. It turns out, the Obama administration isn’t ready to make those lists of visitors public. (Important to note: neither did his predecessor.) Published media reports indicate that the Secret Service has rejected requests for the books which show just who is walking the West Wing hallways these days and may or may not be helping influence policy.

Among those asking to see the sign-in sheets: CREW (Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington).

It’s now filed a lawsuit and accused the Obama administration of taking the exact same position as the Bush administration when it comes to a general lack of and openness.

For now, the White House says the issue of releasing those logs is “under review” saying “visitor logs have been involved in some litigation dating t back to sometime in 2006.”

Critics say that sounds a lot like stalling.

So while Mr. Obama found it appropriate to release detainee treatment memos in the spirit of transparency…it’s not outlandish to wonder how these logs wouldn’t fall under that same category.

Or is vowing to be the most open administration in history, a bigger challenge than it seemed back on the campaign trail?

If timing is everything, Barack Obama is Mr. Rolex.

Once again, he proved that there is an art and science to making political moves that allows him to be ahead of the curve more often than not…and eliminates the need to back-pedal before the cameras.

Tuesday, the President unveiled his pick to replace Supreme Court Justice David Souter: Judge Sonia Sotomayor. To the average person, the name means little other than it sounds, and is, Hispanic. (Few of us ever really know who these nominees are until the pundits start arguing on television about their past rulings and position on abortion) But there is always, ALWAYS, controversy over a pick.

So, back to the timing. President Obama chose to introduce Judge Sotomayor on a Tuesday morning when Congress is out of session.

No quick and angry news conferences in the halls of congress or in between votes or on the capitol steps. No concentrated GOP opposition or immediate criticism of her credentials. Really, no critique at all. (aside from written statements by both Mitt Romney and Michael Steele).

Instead, the media and public is left to savor the message the president wanted us to focus on: the potential first Hispanic and third woman on the bench, a product of Puerto Rican immigrants, fatherless at age 9, a public housing tenant who rose to the highest ranks at Princeton and Yale. Not to mention, appointed to lofty seats by both George H. W. Bush AND Bill Clinton. Wow, bi-partisanship?

Ah yes, and before the first probing hand at the daily White House grilling of Robert Gibbs could even be lifted, Obama’s carefully choreographed, or should I say, chronograph-ed, step was in place. Air Force One had just lifted off and headed to Vegas for a fundraiser in honor of Harry Reid.

Don’t like Sotomayor? Want to challenge her partiality? Question her ability to rule on the laws not interpret them? Fine. Stir the pot. Fan the flames. Ask away.

But when most of the cameras are in D.C. and most politicians aren’t…it looks like the guru of Greenwich Mean Time was at it again.