Hey Tigger! STF!

My favorite hooker on the corner, John Podhoretz, makes a funny:

Want a little tough truth with your morning coffee? McCain can do this, and Rudy can do that, and Romney can do the other thing. But if tonight's speech doesn't herald the beginning of a serious turnaround in Iraq that is plain to see by spring of next year, the Risen Christ could be the Republican nominee in 2008 and He wouldn't be able to win against Al Sharpton.

Translated into the common speech from Republicanese, the Pod is explaining to his Republican cohorts that unless the dauphin can pull a serious fucking rabbit from his hat, Diamond J himself would get stomped all over Red America by a nigger with the hair of a backup vocalist for Otis Day and the Knights. Fine. Funny.

There's a more substantive point lurking there as well, which is that you can throw men overboard all day, but if the hole in your boat is big enough, you bitches are going to sink.

Here, however, is the thing: It was not George W. Bush alone who thrust the American military phallus into the Mesopotamian jaws of death. John Podhoretz, for one, spent several years wandering through the Hundred-Acre Woods sucking on any pot of honey handed to him, and now his tummy hurts? Too bad, brother. Fair-weather fandom is every man's prerogative, but at the end of the season, if your team still sucks, your team still sucks.