And why it doesn’t matter.
You cursed brat! Look what you’ve done! I’m melting! melting! Oh, what a world! What a world! Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oooooh, look out! I’m going! Oooooh! Ooooooh!
flying monkeys Villagers are all atwitter (and when aren’t they now days? 140 characters seems more than sufficient to capture their “wisdom”) about the upcoming unceremonious kicking out on his ass departure Mayoral campaign of Rahm Emanuel. Jane Hamsher’s take at Firedog Lake is here.
So, Orzag, Summers, and now Emanuel. Who’s next?
How about Axelrod?
It’s really hard to read this piece by Noam Scheiber at The New Republic any other way. It reminds me of the hagiographies of Rahm we were seeing a month or two ago.
Should we celebrate like Munchkins?
While I do love me some heads on pikes and I think each one richly deserved (Scheiber’s obsequious beat sweetening butt kissing not withstanding), I think I’ll hold off for the moment and not just because Doughnut Holes are just as fattening as Doughnuts however much Homer pretends otherwise.
We have a saying in the Corleones- a fish rots from the head down.