This is the sort of unholy, godawful crap that keeps good, intelligent people out of electoral politics:
It started as a one-day story, a chuckle on conservative talk radio in Boston....
But already, [Elizabeth Warren's] epic fumble of a simple question threaten[s] to change the dynamic of the Senate race in Massachusetts.
Have you ever "epically fumbled"? Right. The proper answer: Who hasn't?
Granted, you may be temperamentally, intellectually, ideally and perhaps incomparably suited to serve as a city mayor, or state senator, or U.S. representative, or even president of the United States; but to serve, potentially, you must either be a masochistic fool or possess the hide of an M2 Bradley tank--because most of your campaign will be consumed not by exchanging ideas, but by battling relentless assaults on your one or more epic fumbles ... which in no conceivable way would ever affect your public service.
So you pass. I know I did. Hell, having been permanently expelled from high school (where I spent a breathtaking, five-day whirlwind of a career), after which I entered an epically comic career as my city's most inadequate juvenile delinquent, followed by a few truly grim years of severe alcohol and drug abuse, self-destroyed relationships and raging clinical depression, I long ago accepted that any professional life of mine in the electorate's hands would be, let's say, rather Hobbesian.
I digress, I suppose. But you get my point. And geez, how I feel for Elizabeth Warren, who didn't--as perhaps I did--deserve this crap.