Dear Mrs. Alito, I'll Give You Something To Cry About.

When we were kids and would cry over nothing, my father would say, "I'll give you something to cry about." He never said what exactly, but it usually worked.

Not that there's a dearth of things awful enough to make you weep, but what is it that has the GOP ops wringing their hankies? The war dead? The wounded? The closing of VA hospitals? The corruption of otherwise good men by the twin whores of money and power? No.

It's the mean ole Democrats.

In the coverage of Alito's comfirmation, the news bobbleheads feel obligated to trot out some flack who will put on his ain't-it-tragic face and mention that the Democrats made Mrs. Alito cry during the hearings. They don't talk about Alito's ideas on expanded executive power, or his belief that there is no implicit right to privacy in the Constitution. No, they talk about Mrs. Alito's tears.

Those heartless Democrats. They made a woman cry.

This morning I heard Mary Matalin, GOP strategist and Cheney love muffin, sadly report that political discourse in America had degenerated into name calling. It's a shame, she said, that things have sunk this low. Then she called John Kerry "a clown."

But Dusty Rhoades covers all this beautifully over at his place. So suck it up and go take a look.

And quit your crying or I'll turn this car around.