I love some good attack writing

From "The Editors" at the Esquire Political Blog, "Winning the Future, or Losing Our Mind?":

Well, in Tuesday night's unprecedented three-way competition to redefine the idea of a political platitude for a new century, the president of the United States was the clear winner. The other two competitors finished very far up the track. Representative Paul Ryan needs a lot of practice with the teleprompter, and at sounding like a human being in general. Representative Michele Bachmann, on the other hand, needs to work on not looking up and to the right of the camera lens, like she's waiting for the crew from the Nervous Hospital to bust in and drag her off. Compared to these two trainwrecks, Barack Obama's "America! Dude, We Rock!" pep talk was measured, nuanced, and, for the most part, very clearly in English.

You cannot truly judge Obama's second State of the Union address without first coming to grips with what came after it. Make no mistake: Michele Bachmann is a howling loon — a woman with no compunction at all about lying through her not inconsiderable teeth about virtually everything — but Ryan, no matter what his reputation elsewhere as a "serious" economic thinker, is no less radical, if somewhat less nutty. Where Bachmann has her devotion to the Constitution written by the voices in her head, Ryan has his economic "roadmap," a Randian fever dream he produced a while back that so alarmed his fellow Republicans that they ran away as though Ryan had proposed the Affordable Cholera Act of 2009. The roadmap didn't come up on Tuesday evening. Instead, Ryan, heavily lacquered enough to pass for a mahogany coffee table, seemed to imply that his three small children will one day be personally responsible for paying down the entire national debt. The rest of his rebuttal was a masterpiece of Dystopia Porn. Except for that bit about the Social Security net becoming a "hammock" there at the end, which was right of a 1978 Charles Murray start set and, frankly, pretty brazen from a guy who went through high school on his dearly departed father's Social Security money…

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