In Which Your Humble Blogger says things that have been said before, even here in this Tohu Bohu, but that are worth repeating (I hope).
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn't know anything, really, at all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still expects to be enthusiastic, come the late summer and autumn, if the world hasn't ended.
In Which Your Humble Blogger decides to record an Impeachment Thought, for such posterity as may someday be interested.
In Which Your Humble Blogger did get a sticker, so that's all right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes back to the Madisonian idea that politics is fundamentally about politics.
In Which Your Humble Blogger divides gall into three parts, as you do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger proposes that this House should take offense and give censure.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has come to believe that electability is bunk.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is downhearted, but there is hope.
