What is this crazy thing by sweater goblin Howard Wolfson in today'sWashington Post?It actually seems like an insightful and ... dare we say, candid assessment of his Clinton-induced dementia and eventual Come to Jesus moment with Barry Obama.
Here is the tragic tale of Howard's life in a bubble:
Most of us never heard him speak in person. At work 14 hours a day in the war room, we focused on his perceived faults and deficiencies. Our time was spent sharpening and advancing arguments. Skepticism was critical to our efforts. Insulated from Obamamania, I met few Obama supporters and distanced myself from the ones I knew. I lived this way for 18 months. [...]
Once we ran out of states and the campaign ended, we were like Rip Van Winkle. We awoke to a world transformed by political currents we had stood against. There was the neighbor in an Obama T-shirt getting the morning paper. Every parked car on the street bore an Obama bumper sticker. Had they been there along, or did they pop up overnight?
I fled the country, overcoming a fear of flying to travel abroad three times in two months. I avoided the papers and television.
And and and! Not only is Howard Wolfson writing actual sense in the newspaper, he also has a blog where he writes about politics and not-bad music. THE WORLD'S GONE MAD.
A Clintonite in Denver [Washington Post]