The Ennui of Wingnuttia

Byron York is world weary, angst-ridden, and moody -- he suffers so.

I spent several years of the Clinton administration writing about one scandal or controversy after another.

There was, of course, the Whitewater affair and the fight over the independent counsel, Kenneth Starr.  There was the Lewinsky matter.  Travelgate.  The bitter controversy over Elian Gonzalez.  The furor over Bill Clinton's last-minute pardons.  And more.

It seems like so long ago.  So why am I suddenly hitting the search feature on my laptop ten times a day, looking for old articles?  Why am I looking for names like Eric Holder, Gregory Craig, Rahm Emanuel, and John Podesta?

Jeez, I dunno, Byron. But I'd speculate it's for much the same reason a dog licks its own vomit. It's just what you do. Besides, if the Clinton-era "scandals" make you so very, very tired, it's your own damn fault for making them up in the first place.

So I'm unsympathetic. Though I admit that I'm curious as to what the hell "hitting the search feature on my laptop" actually means. Byron York's laptop is apparently just as mysterious as his hair. 

UPDATE. I am so sorry for making fun of Byron York's hair. I mean, he's somebody's Grandma.