Did Andrew Sullivan Marry the Wrong Man?

Sullivan, whom I love not despite but because of his faults, has turned The Daily Dish into an Obama lovefest. Suddenly, everything connects back to Obama. Every event, every speech, every excuse to post a photo of the fetching would-be nominee is up and running at the top of The Dish. Frankly, it is not altogether pleasant to watch a very clever writer become so consumed by - and, regrettably, uncritical of- a politician. A politician.

We all know the feeling. It is, in fact, a natural feeling. We discover something new - say, a person for whom we seem to have feelings that can be characterized in no other way than 'libidinous' - and we can't help but discuss (or proselytize, dare I say) in regards to this person and his various virtues. Suddenly, everything - both in thought and conversation - connects and leads back to said person.

Certainly, Obama is a very promising candidate. And it's fine to have a crush on him, ok Andrew? But perhaps we ought to let good manners get in our way once in a while. We wouldn't want to become bores now, would we?