...can we just take a month or two to contemplate him the way we might contemplate a painting by Vermeer or a guitar lick by the early-seventies Rolling Stones or a Peyton Manning pass or any other astounding, ecstatic human achievement? Because twenty years from now, we’re going to look back on this time as a glorious idyll in American politics, with a confident, intelligent, fascinating president riding the surge of his prodigious talents from triumph to triumph....I would rewrite this essay a bit:
...can we just take a month or two to contemplate him the way we might contemplate a Flea Market painting of Elvis on black velvet, the early singing skills of Milli Vanilli, a Jamarcus Russell [intercepted] pass, or any other mundane, over-hyped, pie-in-the-sky mediocrity? Because twenty years from now, we're going to look back on this time as a raging insanity in American politics, with a conceited, naive and arrogant punk of a president, riding the surge of his own ignorance from one political disaster to the next...Read the whole thing here, and then throw up. Hat tip: No Pasaran.