I feel badly about picking on Duncan Black twice in a week, because as far as lefty types go, and especially as far as popular leftyish blurghers go, he's almost admirably unfatuous, but this can't go without comment:
I know I've been a bit cranky lately, but it's just rather distressing to see that even with Democratic control elites just aren't up to the task of governing this county in an adequate fashion. I didn't have high hopes for a great liberal revolution, but I did expect, well, better.Okay, DB. That's because you were, and I am saying this in the most non-judgmental, positively-reinforcing, more-in-sadness-than-anger sorta way . . . that's because you were a huge fucking sucker, a boob of colossal scale, a blinkered, magical-thinking dummy who let rump party affiliation and an East-Coaster's snide belief that a guy who don't call 'em no nukyoular weapons must certainly be like me convince himself that an insane, death-worshiping, peeping-tom war monster was some kind of admirably competent and reasonably ethical technocrat . . . that Barack Obama was, in other words, not running for President of the United States, but applying to be Director of Institutional Development at some nice two-year business college. Your bad!