Mitchell, Mitchell, Mitchell -- I could've highlighted this whole damned thing! I lived in South Florida when the machinations, particularly of the hanging chads made sure he'd win. Really wretched and saw who the Obamas were when Michelle tried to rehabilitate his ass with that whole candy thing.

The fact that Shrub's (Molly Ivins's pet name for his ass) teaching a Master Class' at any-damned-thing is laughable at best an disgusting at worse -- I don't care how well he paints. But that's who and what America is, no?