Waiting for the "bitter" end

Okay, it's official: The Obama/bitter discussion, silly from the beginning, has now officially jumped the shark.

Reviewing reading lists from his old college days, William Krystol, whose original job in the big leagues was making Dan Quayle appear smart as his chief of staff, yesterday discovered that the "B" in "bitter" rhymes with "C" and that stands for "Communist." And that's Trouble with a capital "T."

Krystol, of course, now works on the editorial page of the NYTimes, a personnel decision that will one day be mentioned in the same breath with putting Katie Couric in front of the CBS Evening News.

It reads like an Onion parody of the right wing's worst fever dreams. It really is that bad, hopscotching from one dark enemy of the right to the next:

From academia, where books by Marx were assigned throughout his salad days as a college student (Paragraph 1),

To Marx himself, introduced as something he was reminded of by Obama (Paragraph 2),

To Hegel (Paragraph 3),

To the phrase "in the original German" (Paragraph 4).

And that's only by the fourth paragraph. There are twelve more paragraphs after that.

As of today, I'm officially declaring the "bitter" debate Too Silly to Continue.

Besides, who cares about that when there's this long-lost 8-page document, originally published in 1965 in an esoteric journal, which is bound to offer so much more insight into . . . something.

Mark my words: By this time next week, "bitter" will be completely off the pundit radar, and the combined brainpower of the commentariat will be focused, laser-like, on the revelatory meanings of the word "socialism," as used in a 40-year-old paper on Kenya's economy written by Obama's father when Obama was four.

Because the alternative would be writing about the fact that the President of the United States has admitted authorizing the torture of U.S. prisoners. And the big media folks know that no one's interested in that. (Of course no one's interested; if they were, the mainstream media would be writing about it, wouldn't they? QED.)