has been defined as the nagging fear that someone, somewhere, is having a good time. Recently, I described America as a land of apostate puritans. (The definition is borrowed from (apologies to Relapsed Catholic) C.S. Lewis, who once described himself as a converted pagan living in a land of apostate puritans.) Dems, as I noted, are the most apostate puritans of all, and nowhere do they show their puritan roots more clearly than when they start to lose and have hysterics and get all “concerned” about things. Most recently, they’ve been fussing worse than Frank Burns after a Hawkeye Pierce practical joke at Bush’s (let’s face it) very cool landing on the USS Abraham Lincoln. After we have listened carefully to the “concerns” and judiciously scanned the furrowed brows of Dems with thin lips and translucent skin who sigh and wring their hands, I think I’m safe in saying that at the end of the day, the vast majority of people will say they are people who need to remove the stick up their butts, loosen up, and enjoy a cool moment. That would, it is true, entail acknowledging that Bush and the troops simply *like* each other a great deal, and that would, in turn, mean acknowledging that there’s a rapport there that Bill “I loathe the military” Clinton somehow lacked with our best and brightest. But even Democratic politicians must be capable of admitting the obvious at times.