The Year of the Sort-Ofs

For the Democratsic nomination, we've got a woman, except she became a contender by being part of a marriage where he was out front, first. And we've got a Latino, except his father was a Boston Brahmin (or at least enough of a Brahmin to have broken Ike's leG in a college football game). And we've got a Black, except he was raised by his White mother and his father was not American.

All we need is is for Ted Haggard to join the fray.

(Actually, I quite like Richardson's and Obama's smudging of categories; the smudging helps to erode the racism that makes their candidacies notable in the first place.)