Over at the Washington Post, this is what passes for political commentary:

In the swampy soup of hopefuls for the 2008 presidential election, there is a man with a funny name. (No, not that one.)

We’re thinking of the one named Fred (Thompson).

Say it out loud. Do it. Fred. Fred. In the South, Fray-ud.

Fur-red-duh.

It has the tonal quality of something being dropped on the floor, something heavy and damp-ish.

Waterlogged paper towel.

[…]

. . . He goes by Fred. Going by Fred, he still has amassed a clan of pitter-patter, all-a flutter followers.

Is this the best that lefty-writers can do?

Speaking of which, the author’s first name is Monica. Now what does a name like that conjure up?