As I watched the president's speech on a webcast last night, the camera panned the audience and lingered a moment on Representative John Boehner as he slouched, almost sprawled, in his seat. With his eyelids half closed and disdain in his posture, he seemed to be on the verge of sleep, when suddenly his body convulsed as if my a hiccup,a belch constrained or a breath mint inadvertently swallowed. The camera quickly cut away and never returned, apparently remembering the reporters' dictum "never take a picture of Johnny after cocktail hour, like, say, noon."