What?

Big deal, Rove's removing his fat ass from the forefront; he'll still be machinating somewhere. And he's infected a whole bunch of young weasels with his nasty fervor. It doesn't help to lobby for impeachments and other sorts of removals, this lot sticks around like burrs on a tender part of an anatomy, or hangs on like a fungus infection. There's no getting rid of them, really.
Meanwhile, it pays to be distracted by useful and pleasant activities, as simple as helping someone feel confident as she approaches her tenth decade on this planet.