Send him a protocol sheet. The
editorial pages are in the grip
of hysteria so redundant, they
drain the language of meaning
and political criticism of all
dignity. Today, the Editorial
Board, itself, leads with the
discovery of its thousandth
Grotesque New Low, in one of
the President's epistles, and
senior scribe Dana Milbank
writes himself not just emo-
tionally but physically in-
to the exposure of a Court
nominee. I suppose there is
some consolation, in these
persons' willingness to be
identified. But explaining
this conduct to innocents is
not going to be easy, and in
view of the Post's circula-
tion, must call for an army
of underpaid educators. Just
as the President is gaining
traction for a consensus on
his unfitness, the air itself
retches with the rot of pride.
This is a spiritual exhaustion
which comes a little early for
the Press's rôle in this crisis.
What will any victory be worth?
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