Let the Blue Dogs bay. Let the ethnic lobbies lob choriza blintzes. Their flicker of efficacy is dying.

To quote one 28 year old lass, as heard on NPR just after the election:

"I'm ready to do whatever my president asks of me".

Today, he asks us only to pledge.

And to prepare.

For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.

To make this post, I am obliged to reveal something not entirely admirable about myself, but so be it.

Since the election, I have been drawn to spend more and more time in an orgy of schadenfreude, listening to the genuine anguish with which the Fox boys contemplate the socio/econo/political scene.

To be frank, I feast upon their pain like a vampire at a blood banquet--what can I say?

Anyway, in the course of hearing "the lamentations of their women", I have been amused to be treated to the preposterous complaint which would have it that Prez sins in failing to be the same sort of denial-addled moronic cheerleader as the guy who ran us into this ditch.

These are simply not serious people.