The homely left, primping in history's mirror, so desperate for kissable lips. Our culture's ugly sister, imploring us to put our arms around her. Whining to us that she's been here front and center all along. Tsk, the poor left ! Seeing such a dearth of any worthy icons of its own, as predictable as the morning sun, the left resorts to its one trick, worn threadbare from use: rewiting history.

Not the end. Daschle will just re-appear somewhere else.