Apparently, James Wolcott, premiere columnist for Vanity Fair, came across this recent highly-recommended Daily Kos diary and had a little advice for its author:
I understand the knocks against Hillary Clinton, truly I do. There are no flaming arrows fired her way that I haven't seen traverse the air before, no bill of indictment drawn up containing charges with which I'm unfamiliar. Reciting her sins and liabilities has become a familiar refrain, but if it's the Gregorian chant you live by, if you find Hillary Clinton such an insupportable choice for the Democratic nomination that you prefer to suckle your pride and idealism rather than soil your conscience should she be at the top of the ticket, fine, have fun with that. But, please, I beg of thee, could you at least spare the rest of us your longwinded, preeny, pious dirges?
I assume that Wolcott will now suffer the fate of Paul Krugman and be declared Satan's spawn by the numerous members of the Daily Obama Purity Patrol. For those of us who plan on voting for the DEMOCRATIC NOMINEE in November, however, his plain-talking common-sense is a breath of fresh fucking air.