And Now, As Promised: 2006
This was the year of Ned Lamont, and of the very first Special Comment, and of others who made the rumblings of the previous year turn into a full-throated roar. Dubya, not getting the message, hung onto the Iraq War (repeat after me: “the central front on the War on Terrah”) and Donald Rumsfeld like liferafts, for no real perceptible reason. There’s a reason why they don’t make liferafts out of lead, of course; George, poor guy, never really understood that. And thus the Republican Revolution of 1994 — at least in terms of pure numbers — was turned back.
Absurdity continued apace. Dick Cheney shot somebody and wasn’t even arrested. The government wanted to turn over port security to a bunch of guys from Dubai. The government spying program mess began to escalate. Mark Foley, it was discovered, was a proponent of children to a somewhat excessive degree. John Kerry tried to tell a joke and damn near spoiled the election. And several federal prosecutors were shown the door in December, on account of no particular reason that people knew about. Yet.