From Mr Frey, Esquire [emphasis mine]: I know: when [Limbaugh] says he hopes Obama fails, he doesn’t mean he wants to see Americans suffer. He just doesn’t want liberal policies enacted because he thinks they’re bad for the country. I get it. I agree with that. But, you know, that’s nuance. The problem is, Americans have short attention spans and don’t always do nuance well. Just by writing the title

Really? Okay, well, f*ck off.

No. And let’s not forget it. Most important I think is Friedman’s final salvo, because it cuts through all the faux nobility and solicitousness of “compassionate” leftism and gets to the heart of the matter: who among us presumes to take on the role of angel(s)-in-chief? The answer — left unstated — is that anyone who would volunteer for the position is by that very act of volunteering immediately disqualified

I met a politician, he took my heart away He said I had it comin’ to me, but I wanted it that way I think that mod’rate love is good lovin’ And so I took what I could get, mmm Oooh, oooh, he looked at me with big brown eyes And said You ain’t seen nothin’ yet B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen nothin’ yet Here’s something that you never gonna

She may have tucked away the Kleenex-covered inaugural dress and basked in the adoration of CNN and Vogue’s breathless coverage of her sculped bi/tri-ceps and deltoids, but her heady, six-figure (but oh so irreplaceable) job didn’t clue her in on the finer points of gracious hosting. Like all good guests, Sarah Brown arrived bearing gifts for the children, Malia and Sasha. And they were really nice presents. A bit of