From Newsweek/Daily Beast's Daniel Stone I enjoyed this tidal melodrama, which however was washing out even as it was washing in:
There already are some fractures in the Democratic caucus, which suggest Obama’s announcement Monday won’t be his final position on the issue [my emphasis]....
White House officials would not say just how flexible Obama is on the issue, but a source with knowledge of the discussions over tax cut policy admits that the president will negotiate on the matter.
Which is like advertising your car for "$1,000, or best offer." Now, the hapless car-owner may not realize that he has already and most assuredly kissed a thousand dollars goodbye, but I can guarantee you the president knows that his quarter-million threshold is as shaky as Foster Brooks in the morning.
Indeed, there is no fracture, never was a fracture, not even a bruise. The rapidity with which Democratic congressional leaders countered with a million easily betrayed the party's prearranged, orchestrated compromise.
But damn, how those five words thrilled: fractures in the Democratic caucus. It's a phrase prekeyed into most journalists' pads, and generally its meaning is even worse than it sounds. This time, though, well, it was a bit watery.