aia, the only part that scares me this time is that the press is in bed with the liberals so much that... well, *they* are supposed to be the final check/balance, and they're going to be very slow on the uptake because they are all snuggly with Obama and crew.

However... I also remember how much they loved Clinton. He made them swoon. And yet... as soon as Monica and the blue dress hit Drudge, it became all about the ratings and their loyalty cards got dropped into the gutter. In the end, a good story trumped personal politics.

Rush Limbaugh enjoyed some of his best ratings ever during the Clinton years. The Paul Shanklin songs from that era still make me smile. Even the Ross Perot ones are stuck in my brain forever.

The lovefest will end at some point. It always does. It always feels so *urgent* right now, this need to defeat the other side... but ultimately, the other side always defeats themselves... whoever the "other side" happens to be.