Hark, The Herald 
Just as America tries to work up enthusiasm for the 2nd generation of Romney office holders comes word from Massachusetts: someone still believes in Camelot.
Or what a marketable name and a possibly fractured field can do in a primary.
The open seat created by Barney Frank’s retirement has brought forth a Kennedy, preloaded with pap for the rubes. Joseph P. Kennedy III has let it be known he feels a call to service, and he’s aghast at the nation’s bickering pols.
Vowing to rise above, young “3rd,” as no one calls him, has boldly called out ”partisan gridlock” [against it!].
With luck, we might enjoy a round of Hugo Chavez Baiting because of Kennedy’s father’s ties to the cancerous Comandante.
Last go round the nation was spared the indignity of Nixon offspring holding office from Long Island. Now it falls to the voters of Massachusetts’ 4th to save the republic once again.
…AND SO THE DREAM DIES 
Tuesday’s election primaries yielded many disturbing results, with colonial dress clowns triumphant in Delaware and elsewhere. But Long Island voters have sensibly turned away from the past, rejecting Christopher Nixon Cox’s bid to untarnish the legacy of his grandfather, Richard Nixon.
Young Nixon Cox had time on his hands after his debut political effort, losing New York State to Obama for McCain by 25%. Cox tried to go local in pursuit of a House of Representatives seat, ditching his home in Manhattan to claim local residency with the rubes, even announcing an engagement to an under-aged heiress. 
All for only a quarter of the vote.
Republican Tinkerbell 
The thoughtful press peepers at Media Matters For America [just typing it gives a tingle!] have detected a pattern in Republican affairs: free-floating New Reagan naming, often not tied to any visible speaking skill or charisma.
Christie On A Stick! 
They run down the usual names named, your Palins, Rubios and the like, but several of the reborn seem to have escaped their view.
Lest we forget, some have imagined the mantel falling on Rubio’s leathery opponent, Charlie Crist. Before his auditioning to become the Robert Byrd of the desert wastelands, John McCain was considered amoung the Reagan Undead. Until he stumbled into a cracker history morass Virginia Governor Robert F. “Bob” McDonnell was seen, at least in Pat Robertson’s alternative universe, as Reaganesque. And South Korean hard man President Lee Myung-bak was Reagan walking until it was discovered voters didn’t thrill to the prospect of confrontation with the North.
But our favorite New Reagan of Today lives in South Africa:
step forward President Zuma!
A monument to Confederate denial is rising again in Biloxi Mississippi, with 90% of the cost paid by federal and state taxpayers.
Cracker bitter-enders have rebuilt Beauvoir, Confederate President Jefferson Davis’s home destroyed by Hurricane Katrina, and are now working on the accompanying “presidential library,” completely destroyed by the storm. 
Things To Come: Enough Pillars? 
The complex is run by the Mississippi branch of the Sons of Confederate War Veterans. The Sons are a coven of cranks determined to put across their claim that the Civil War wasn’t about slavery, which has taken them into the nether worlds of Lost Cause-ist racists, Black Confederate fetishists, and “heritage” activists who enjoy presenting creepy readings of history with much winking and nudging
“We note with interest the revelation that Democratic Presidential candidate Barack Obama has slave owners in his ancestry. This news demonstrates an interesting irony with respect to contemporary multi-cultural American politics...For candidate Obama, the news is perhaps more complex since his African roots may link him to African tribes that traded their brothers and sisters into slavery.“
Obtuse Apologists 
He’s Back! 
Pop strumpet Brittany Spears, wearing a saucy salute to our former leader: will the fairytale like success of plucky outsider Ron Howard’s Frost/Nixon spark a new generation of Nixon loathing and remembrance?
We can only pray.
Another dreaming of riding the hoped for tidal wave of Nixon mania is the breathlessly awaited The Watchmen film. The epic graphic novel features Nixon’s superhero sparked Vietnam victory, which then allows constitutional tinkering so he may go beyond two terms.
