The flag-waving has begun, if it ever stopped:
After so many years of fear and loathing, we had almost forgotten what it's like to feel good about our country. On Thursday night, that long-dormant emotion came rushing back, like an old dream that pops out of the deepest recesses of memory, suddenly as clear as light. "They said this day would never come," said Barack Obama, and yet here, right before us, was indisputable evidence that it had.
That was the red-white-and-blue lede in on Sunday, as though Obamarama-cum-Huckababy could flush the down the drain with, he adds, a "palpable sense that our history was turning a page whether or not Mr. Obama or his doppelganger in improbability, Mike Huckabee, end up in the White House." Please, Frank. Cut the . The winds of change don't smell all that good. Just read in the Washington Post about impeaching the and , the chief's partner in high crimes and misdemeanors. Or have a look at Norman O. Mustill's collage, above. Maybe it will pop the nightmare instead of the dream "out of the deepest recesses of memory." For all your shiny prose, dear Frank, and all your anti-establishment chest-thumping about the willful Beltway stupidity of mainstream political journalism -- as though a polished reference to "fear and loathing" could channel Hunter S. Thompson -- your column sounds a helluva lot like .