Let me finish tonight, again, with this storm.
They’re called “Black Swans” — those unpredictable, unknown forces that enter a campaign, often in the last week that, to use the language of the comic books, “change the course of mighty rivers.”
There was George W’s admission to an old “driving under the influence” charge. (His real crime, I would say, was leading us “under the influence” of Dick Cheney and his neo-conservative allies, into Iraq.)
But the “Black Swan” now swooping across the American East Coast carries with it all the unpredictables and unknowns for which the species owes its name. It swoops in. It is dark with mystery.








