Oh you simply must read Jennifer Rubin this morning. It's a propagandistic treat beyond imagination. Goebbels himself could not have more artfully transformed Mitt Romney's Stalingrad of an evening into the wunderbar, pyrotechnic extravaganza of victorious blitzkrieging that we discover in Rubin's exultant leaflet.
What adds a touch of "specialness" is that she opens with a sigh. Last night's debate "turned out to be a bit of a letdown," she moans. Ah, but Romneyesque splendor is irrepressibly splendiferous, hence she's forced to triumphantly proceed to itemize one Romneyfied glory after another. He "calmly rebutted ... attacks" and "showed his knowledge" and "took Obama to task" and "land[ed] strategic blows" and instigated "the most unpresidential moment of the debate [the 'horses and bayonets' thing]" and executed "a master stroke" and "kept pounding Obama" and "succeeded in appearing calm and presidential" and "calmly lectured the president" and--in Rubin's finishing stroke of rendering November 6 superfluous--Romney "sound[ed] entirely confident that he had just cleared the final hurdle between him and the presidency."
Does the Washington Post have no pride? Is it really this desperate? Rubin's humbuggery is just barely up to the standardless standards of a poorly edited college newspaper. Somewhere, perhaps, there's a besieged, banana-republican dictator in distressed need of her "talents." But what she's doing at the Post is as beyond the imagination as her writing.