Richard Fernandez, whose best is sublime:
It recalls the last chapter of 1984, with Winston Smith sitting in a flyblown cafe, drinking Victory Gin and hearing the words go round in his head. â€˜Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me.â€™ It also exemplifies Obamaâ€™s mastery of the art of paying for the sellout with the IOU. He double-crossed McCain, and in the process double-crossed Kennedy. But he squared the account with a check in the mail. â€œCarolineâ€. A whisper was all it took. Of course, the check bounced. And how.
The Left never makes more sense than a backstab. The rest is just sex and theft. It’s the price of no principles.