The Crying Game

It's hard for me to write anything about the current Democratic campaign without overtly expressing my glee.

What reasonable story is there that one can tell me that provides for a quick, painless resolution to this process?

I'm drawing a blank.

The one thing that's become clearer as time goes on, however, is that this has become a season where the strategy of choice has become crying for fouls, the way that happens in a close basketball game towards the end...exaggerating perceived fouls by the other side.

In just the last few weeks, we've had whining from either side about:

• An Obama aide referring to their opponent as a "monster."
• Hillary's answer to a question about which God Barry gets down on his knees to.
• An MSNBC anchor referred to their superdelegate strategy of "pimping" out their daughter.
• People using Obama's full name or asking him to categorically explain his position on Louis Farrakhan.

All of these things, mind you, are legitimately distasteful. But they are hardly new to the world of political campaigns. In fact, when you think back to, say, the Willie Horton ad, they're really softball.

But now, it seems, the political world has again become feminized...paradoxically given the establishment candidate.