A little jet-lagged maybe, I woke up suddenly last night, jolted with a terrible thought: suppose Martha Coakley's campaign wasn't really so awful. Suppose it had been, like Al Gore's, sandbagged from the getgo by a hostile press-corps, a group that isn't really Republican (except in the eager to worship stern Daddy aspect) but, above all, wants a story and a horse race. Thus, front-runner Coakley's every minor gaffe was turned into Big News whereas the butally obvious fact that Scott Brown (like George Bush) is a preening sociopath unfit for power of any sort was ignored with a force that transcends mere denial and skews through to hsyterical blindness, negative hallucination.
That way the lapdogs of the democracy, the former annual-staffers, nose-pickers and apple-polishers, who nowadays make up the press corps got the appearance of an actual contest, which helped them to an easy-to-frame, gravy-train story about a regular guy with a folksy pickup truck dramatically upsetting a lazy, let-them-eat-cake Princess. You might call it "Scott Brown's Rebellion" as the Wa Po's free daily headlines it today. Only, if one knows anything about the full-monty family-values candidate, it's a lot more like Scott Brownshirts Rebellion.
Look out America, Scott Brown's banality is so evil, and his evil is so banal, his qualifications for office so Bushlike in their nullity, as to make him an early frontrunner for our next GOP Fuhrer. Thanks a lot Massholes.