Every time I wonder about a choice of the President's, every time I rail against his position on marriage equality, for example, or on his measured responses to Bibi Netanyahu's maniacal mutterings, I am, within moments, reminded of his nearly supernatural power to get it right. Remember when we were all wailing about his 'mistakes' on the campaign trail and he ignored us and continued in his sober, unflinching way to beat the shit out of his opponents? He seems to be doing it again.

Honestly, the man is blessed. Even the flu pandemic seems to have been designed by a benevolent God. Republican "moderates" eviscerate your health care stimulus spending? Worry not, my man. The Lord your God will send a plague so that you can get the money you asked for, and then some. Don't worry, it won't really be a plague. It won't kill as many people as, say the FLU does every year, but it'll just put the fear of his awesome wrath into Congress and convince the sensible ladies from Maine of their error.

Then our President makes a choice for the Supreme Court that is, at best, a moderate one, and I complain. Where's our progressive intellectual powerhouse? Why not choose Kathleen Sullivan, or Cass Sunstein? Why not ram Larry Tribe down their throats. What about Charles Ogletree! We're a hair's breath away from our 60 votes. We can have WHOEVER WE WANT.

Well, why? Why you ask? Because the man is a goddamn genius, and he somehow knew that the right would choose Judge Sotomeyer's nomination as an opportunity to fling a rope over a high branch, wrap it twice around their necks, and leap into oblivion. The only question remaining is whether they'll die immediately of the severing of their cervical spinal cord, or whether they'll kick at the air a few times before turning purple, eyes popping from their sockets, sphincters letting go in a rush of effluvia.

It appears, to what I fear is my actual delight, to be the latter.

Oh I do love you, Tom Tancredo. I love you from the tips of your gnarled old toes to the wisps of your comb-over. Please continue to refer to La Raza as the Latino KKK. Please keep it up, you dear bile-spewing, narrow-eyed nutcase. Because every time you go on television, another 50,000 Latino voters decide that, Catholic or not, abortion supporting or not, the only party that represents an approximation of sanity is the Democrat Socialist. (That, by the way, is what I am bound and determined to call myself nowadays, whether or not the Republicans can muster the votes to label me thus.)

And Rush, Rush my beloved, my smacked-out Oxycontin honey-bunny. Rush, please continue to ignore and even vilify Senator Cornyn when he tries desperately to shut you and the Newt-ster down. Please rail against him, reminding the entire country that there are no sane voices on the Right. And please please, Senator Cornyn. Make your Rush-Walk-of-Shame like all those others before you.

Glory days, my fellow Democrat Socialists. Glory days indeed.