Jennifer Rubin's 'Plan B'? To go absolutely, unambiguously, stark-fucking-raving nuts. God I love this woman.
Today she attempts some spirit-lifting of the palsied right by reporting that an "apoplectic" White House is being "openly mock[ed]" by Republicans--well now that's a whole new tactic; that Grover Norquist "can play a tough game of chess," too--Jennifer meant to say "hopscotch"; and that the Boehner-mocking Heritage Action Network is only humiliating its bad-ass self by issuing--and this I really do like--"piffle."
Then, while wiping the foaming saliva from her quivering lips, Ms. Rubin goes out in a gotcha flurry of procedural malcomprehension which only reignites our utter puzzlement at the Washington Post's employ of such an incurable idiot: "[T]he House will pass its bills and send them to the Senate. Poor Senate Dems will actually have to vote on something."
Or, as Democratic Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid put it today, "We are not taking up anything they are working on over there."