Remember, O my flock, when I was
musing that there must be a psychoanalytical term-of-art to describe what’s gone wrong in Hillary’s head, what with the
Rovian tactics and the curtsying at the court of
Scaife and the scary, scary very red phones (not to mention Bill endorsing
Operation Chaos by appearing on Rush Limbaugh the day before the Texas primacaucus)? Well, I remembered just now, on my very own red phone, that my dad’s a shrink. “Identification with the aggressor,” he said, “It’s from Anna Freud.” And
so it is.