Eminences grises, bon soir

One of the nice things about the election being over is we can stop hearing about the secret geniuses behind the campaigns.

The way the press went on, you might have thought the candidates were fictitious characters created by public relation machines. I'm so glad I don't have to see yet another article on the brilliance of Joe Trippi, the skills of Bob Shrum, the ruthlessness of Karl Rove.

Best of all, nothing more on the mystical, magical, mysterious Michael Whouley. (Because of Whouley, both sides now spend too much money and time on the zero sum game of getting out the vote. What a waste.)

The election's behind us. Let's give the politicans the credit, or blame, for their actions.