I don't envy Lou Dobbs.
I honestly can't imagine what it's like knowing that you and you alone are privy to the threat posed by a secret and nefarious cabal -- one which even at this moment is shredding the very fabric of the country you hold so dear.
The restless nights. The pacing back and forth. The constant paranoia. All that righteous indignation. I'm sure it's something that a couple of Tums don't even come close to putting a dent in.
Like some journalistic equivalent of Rowdy Roddy Piper, every weeknight at 6pm on CNN, Lou puts on his special sunglasses, takes his place behind the bully pulpit, and belts out in a boisterous baritone his warning to a sleeping America that they are among us.
Mexicans.
It's Vaudeville disguised as news, and it's the funniest thing on television.
Thankfully, an old friend -- Gene Weingarten, former editor of the Miami Herald's Tropic magazine and current writer for the Washington Post -- is a fan of the Lou Dobbs Angry White Guy Tin Foil Hat Hour as well.
He managed to capture the entire "essence de Lou" in his column yesterday. Do yourself a favor and take a look.
Below the Beltway, by Gene Weingarten -- 6.17.07
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