Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

Although every other day of my week is riddled with unpredictability, my Sundays are written in stone. Gone are the days pressed shirts, crisp ties and shiny shoes. These are the days of the apple red onesy, the five o'clock shadow and the vodka tonic. Feet on the floor, ass on the couch, 6am sharp. So begins my Sunday and my "Sunday Shows" tradition. I kick off with Washington Journal on CSPAN, then I'm off to State Of The Union on CNN, followed by This Week on ABC (my favorite), then back to CNN for Fareed Zakaria, after which I hit the internet for Meet The Press, finally wrapping up what I like to call "The Sweet Six" with the rebroadcast of Fox News Sunday on of course Fox News. By this point, I am a solid 2 to 4 drink in and can laugh off whatever loonasy the Fox News Fraternity can the throw against the wall. I would be remiss if I did not add that I do enjoy Fox News Sunday (although that might be the booze talking). Seriously though, Chris Wallace is the best Fox News has to offer. His show is the most topically relevant, his interviews are entertaining but respectful and he is often fair although seldom balance. With that said, his show alone, on a Sunday morning, sober, is almost insufferable...and that's exactly what my "Sunday Shows" tradition was tasked to suffer on this fateful day. Wallace opens with an interview of Austin Goolsby, new Chairman of the Council of Economic Advisers to the president. Wallace was tough, his approach was far more debate antic than interview style, which is common place and fair play on Sunday morning political talk shows. I was impressed with Goolsby, he was able to articulate the message and drive his points home over the objections of Chris Wallace effectively. At which time, unlike his Fox News Colleagues, Wallace was willing to concede the point or at least  allow the better argument to be the last word. So far, so very good. With my confidence won, my trust extended, my expectations risen, I ran into the next segment at full speed, free of inhibition. Then, like Lucy with a football, he snatches it all away in one fatal swoop...NEWT GINGRICH. A man who hasn't worked in government for over a decade, whose claims to fame include creating The Contract With America, giving rise to the religious right while cheating on his wife and lambasting Bill Clinton at the same time, shutting down the government as Speaker of the House after which claiming credit for the balanced budget and economic prosperity of the 90's. A ridiculous choice to take counter point against Goolsby, considering Gingrich has no power to influence or even vote on legislation made even more dubious by his approach to an economic debate rife with facts, figures and statistical analysis on  a purely ideological basis. In short Newt Gingrich is full of shit (as usual) and offers glaringly irrelevant commentary while being presented as some sort of equivalent to Goolsby, even as he is clearly devoid of any degree in economics and offers nothing but ideological musing absent of hard numbers or factual analysis...and so escapes the "balanced" from the "fair and balanced" moniker. By this time I am usually bottoms up on my third drink and find such outrages wildly amusing, but not on this day. On this day I am sober and irritated. Knowing damn well that the worst is not over. I had no fourth drink to look forward to, only Bill Kristol and Brit Hume. The Herman Munster and Bart Simpson of Sunday morning politics. I won't bore you with their cartoonish portrayals as political scientists and common sense thinkers. Insufferable. Whether it be crisp suit, onesy pajama or hospital gown, never before had I payed so dearly for my sins as I have on this Fox News Sunday.