And By "Change" We Mean

recycling. Hacks from the Clinton years apparently still have a shelf-life and many many names coming up for consideration to fill spots in the new administration are oddly familiar.

As names are bandied about for possible cabinet appointments (including the truly odious Jamie Gorelick, who has presided over not one, but two, disasters), I am reminded of an old, unfunny joke that runs "if rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it."

There's something oddly liberating about looking on from the sidelines as a slow motion train wreck happens. It's sad, a tragedy even, but you aren't driving the train, you didn't hire the engineer, you even pointed out that he had never driven a train before, but it's all out of your hands now. And though you might be hit by some debris, you will survive.

There's even some wry amusement at watching others cry in dismay, "this wasn't the change I had in mind" or "don't disappoint me so early." But no satisfaction in saying I told you so. There's no satisfaction to be had.