Self Stinger

by digby

Howard Fineman says that presidential elections are just like high school (in 1954, apparently.) Without irony:

Presidential elections are high school writ large, of course, and that is especially true when, as now, much of the early nomination race is based in the U.S. Capitol…

Of course.

As she saw it, she had outmaneuvered all of those big-talking boys who loved to hear the sound of their own voices (think Joe Biden, Chris Dodd and John Kerry). There was that handsome John Edwards to contend with, and he was as industrious as she was, but he was too handsome, and she assumed that she was tougher than he was. Besides, she had convinced that cute Evan Bayh to be her junior-prom date and escort her to the assembly in the auditorium.

Then Obama showed up. He was new, he was smooth, he was skinny, he was smart, but not in-your-face about it. The girls flocked to him, of course—that grin!—but so did the guys, because he had Game. His promised to Change Everything, and yet there was something calming about him—but also something that told you he might fade away as quickly as he materialized.

At least he was not like that crazy Al Gore, who had been the ultimate goody-goody but who had grown a beard, made a film and dropped out to attend the School Without Walls.

And then there are the useless and bitchy queen-wanna-bees like Howie whose main mission in life is to make fun of everyone they come in contact with except for the equally useless rich boy assholes who give the queenies the privilege of servicing them with blowjobs in the boys gym after the big game (and call them “pass around packs.”)

Are there any people on the planet who have less self-awareness than the Washington press corpse?

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