And no, it’s not Kristol, or Brooks. This time it’s Friedman, a self-confessed fan…He opens:
If John McCain can win this election race with a 50-pound ball called “George W. Bush” wrapped around one ankle and a 50-pound ball called “The U.S. Economy” wrapped around the other, then he deserves to represent America in the next Olympics in any race he wants — swimming, cycling or track — I don’t care how old he is. He would be the Michael Phelps of politics.
equivocation, equivocation, mumble, mumble, he ends
Because, while the pollsters tell us it is still really close, my own totally unscientific, seat of the pants poll tells me this: When you say Obama’s name today and ask people for their first impression — a quick, flash, gut, first impression — no single word or phrase or policy comes to mind. His opponents will fill that vacuum if he doesn’t. They already are.
Wow! The wonders never cease! Will I live to see MoDo give up on her Darcy too?
PS. For those who missed it, the illustration is an homage to NYT’s Bob Herbert who used to be decent until this election
