Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows you’re lame

When we last saw McCain blogger and  spokesfailperson Michael Goldfarb, he was on TV demonstrating that the McCain campaign was running on fumes in the final days and demonstrating that just about anybody who could fog a mirror was entrusted with carrying the McCain message to the masses, muddled as it was. 

Officially unemployed at about 4PM Eastern Time on 11/4, Michael has made his way back to all-embracing wingnut welfare arms of The Weekly Standard where being horribly horribly wrong is a feature, not a bug.

What is best in life? To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.

This is precisely what the Democratic party achieved with Barack Obama’s historic victory on November 4. The Democrats increased their majorities in both the House and Senate while eliminating anything even resembling a functioning opposition. Those Republicans that survived the massacre are exhausted, scattered and foraging for scraps. It was a bloodbath, and one that should have satiated the blood lust of even the most committed Democratic partisans.

With a disaster at the top of the ticket and disaster² as his running mate (courtesy of Goldfarb’s former and once again boss) it’s nice to see Goldfarb trash-talking his former team without admitting his own rancid efforts. Kind of  like watching a member of the Washington Generals bitch out his own team from the bench. Success has many fathers, while failure is those other guys. Them over there. Losers. Loooo-sers.