The summer of '73 was a fun time -- I was in college, and thus had plenty of time to watch the Senate Watergate hearings. What excitement! Ervin, Sam Dash, the revelations about the White House taping system, and finally the John Dean testimony. (Not to mention ogling Dean's wife, always sitting primly in the front row.) I could tell, then, that we were actually going to bring down a president, the worst and most evil president ever.
I am starting to believe, finally, that Bush challenges Nixon for the bottom spot, and we may very well be witnessing the beginning of his end. Clarke could be Bush's Dean, and the book releases will continue during the summer. Enterprising reporters will realize that there's fame and money to be made if they can influence and chronicle the end of an administration. All reporters want to be Woodward and Bernstein, even Woodward and Bernstein for the last 30 years.
Yes, folks, this could be it. Nothing definite yet, plenty of tough times ahead, but there's something in the air around the White House now, it's the smell of fear.
We need scandals, tell-alls, revelations. I don't want Bush beaten on the issues, fair and square -- I want him sent home humiliated, in shame, brought down with as much ignominy and shame as we can together muster.