Dear Diary: There are times I could hug myself for my genius. There are dire predictions being made about the losses that Dems will incur in the mid-terms. But they have reckoned without my genius. The amount of golf I play has been criticized but I am secretly repackaging it as meetings of The Tee Party, an organization so right-wing that it can only fly in circles. Imagine the impact of that surprise on the cryptofascist bankers of North Carolina and the duck hunters of the Lousiana swamps. But enough about me.
