Now we can get serious about November. Gone, if Mitt Romney intends to apply sufficient pressure, are the silly and irrelevant sound-bite wars. No more “Romneyhood,” the bon mot the president is so proud of. Likewise, Mr. Romney can retire “Obamaloney” to the same schoolyard.
As a young reporter wandering through the state legislatures of the American South in the early 1960s, I was soon aware of the lively sexual commerce that went on between men with political power and the women who provided such accommodations.
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd," or so the Bard imagined. "It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven." Sometimes. Maybe. But Mr. Shakespeare never lived and worked in Washington, where many things droppeth but few are gentle.
There's something in the water, if not the Scotch and bourbon, at the House Ways and Means Committee, and a procession of chairmen just couldn't resist taking deep drafts of whatever it is. It's entertaining for the rest of us, but expensive.
On Capitol Hill, just about everyone likes Charlie Rangel.
