Surely this cannot be possible — an entire day without even one post from George or Henry about the election; no prognostications of impending doom; no re-hashing of canards against McCain; no lamentations about his running mate if the "Huckster" or exultations if Fred Thompson; no roses thrown at Obama because of his supposed physical attractions; no "Hillary is invincible so why don't we just bend over for 4 years and get it over with." No, none of that today.
Val finally asserted himself and put an end to these proceedings which had turned the echo chamber into a house of horrors with all its customary cacophony. Civility, which has never been Babalú's strong point, was suffering the death of a thousand cuts this week. It seemed like everybody was just one comment away from insulting the other's mother. For once, these petite tyrants were not browbeating dissenters with impunity because everybody was a dissenter in one degree or another. They had only one choice — shut down the blog or take their medicine. They did not take it with good grace but they took it. Then Val, who stands to lose the most by Babalú's self-implosion, cried, "Stop!" And they did. But not before they had wasted the very last drop of credibility which Babalú had left, which, at the end, was being measured in drams.
Val & Company seemed to have forgotten that they, too, have a base and can't afford to alienate it any more than can John McCain — a useful lesson which they should take to heart when they enter the voting booth in November and cast their votes for McCain.