Ah yes. The woman the great Florence King [Steyn's only real competition among contemporary print commentators] referred to as the dreaded E. Dole-i. Glad to be shut of her, even if she represents what our Party Luminaries assure us is the only electable breed of Republican -- oddly -- with no irony whatsoever. Now if only her apparently demented husband could disappear from the political scene.
If the sentence has any meaning, one wonders if the intellectually hapless Miz Judi Romaine would've been capable of rendering it during the previous administration, when malignancy was the rule, and workable discourses were hardly the rage among leftist pundits...
I love Florence King. It would be nice if the Doles decided to have a *private* life, and leave the rest of us alone!