Whom the Gods Would Destroy, They First Give MSNBC etal.
I am boldly going beyond where sane man has ever gone before.
After previously ignoring as much as possible the river of commentary spewing from every media source over the Presidential primaries, especially regarding the slow-mo train wreck of the Democratic edition, I have spent way too much time since early this morning watching coverage of the Hillary-Obama grudge match, West Virginia round.
I have seen apparently fine minds of my generation destroyed by involuted political analysis, shouting hysterically in the electronic streets of MSNBC and CNN, joined by all the phantom deities in the aether of incorporeal information. I hope never again to hear the shrill ravings of Terry McAuliffe, the clangorous carping of Chris Matthews, the torturous rationalizations of Howard Wolfson, nor see ever again the fixed, zealous grins of Obama supporters chanting their magic mantra of “change.”
What rough chimera, its hour mercilessly prolonged, slouches towards Denver to be wrung from the guts of this primary season?
I heard a Clinton spokeshead ranting that regardless of any numerical advantage in elected delegates Obama has in hand at Denver, the SuperDelegates must do the right thing and give the party nod to Hillary. Why, then, have months and months of campaigning? Screw the democratic process, bring back the smoke-filled rooms (minus any under-21 tender lungs) and tell the Democratic faithful what is good for them.
Somewhere John McCain is laughing.
I am pouring myself another drink, and ripping the batteries from my remote.

