As I said in a recent post, let a thousand puff pieces bloom now that Mr. Obama will soon ascend to the imperial throne. Here is just one example of such puffery. How about that opening line:

Many women recoil at the thought of baring their arms in sleeveless dresses or blouses, but not Michelle Obama — half of the fabulously fit new first couple.

A writer with time on his hands may want to create a compendium of such pieces chronicling the beauties and the deep thoughts of the president-elect and his wife. The perfect storm has arrived for the most courtier-like press coverage in history: a very liberal and attractive candidate, a milestone presidency given American fixation on race, and the disappointment of the Clinton years. The press had such high hopes for the Clintons, who of course played up the association to JFK. Does anyone remember president-elect Clinton walking through Arlington Cemetery and then ostentatiously kneeling in prayer at Kennedy’s grave? Or the Clinton-Gore tour of Monticello? These were moments worthy of Swift. Alas, the Clintons turned out to be the same shady characters they were in Arkansas, and the dream died.

There’s such pent-up liberal desire for a new Camelot; never mind that the first one was a fraud. The mainstream press thinks itself so sophisticated, but, shorn of religious belief, my theory is that much of it awaits a prince in which to believe. And now the god to the godless has arrived on stage, and they rapturously rise to applaud.