The Republicans, noise level notwithstanding, aren’t anywhere close to affecting the national agenda:
The ability of the Dems to lead the American media (and the Republicans) by the nose from the swings to the tricky bars to the slides to the sandbox is formidable. Excellence is alive and well in the hollowed out America of Holder (my people; territory = nationhood), Jones (I’m a commie), Jarrett (we love Van), Glover (Chavez and Castro suck up), Bloomberg (eat your veggies), Goldberg (whoopee cushion; DDR suck up), Sharpton (depart white interlopers), the New York Times (Duranty who?), Cone (black liberation theology; kill whitey), Winfrey (sweet, sweet grievance, I thee embrace), Biden (Peter Principle), Roberts (it’s a righteous tax), Zinn (garbage America), Reid (send more Mexicans), Maher (The Finger), and The Man with No Past.
The really distressing aspect of this, if you ask me, is that so many of these nonentities are household words.
One could argue, perhaps, that a thousand years from now, not one of these
individuals organisms will be remembered. But then one is forced to hope that there’s something left to remember, a thousand years from now.