GOODNIGHT, HOWARD

Reverend Al was supposed to arrive in Crawford today so he can do his little song and dance in the "Cindy Show." I don't know if he actually arrived or not; I couldn't find anything on the news about it. Sharpton is the head of...ummm....well, you fill-in the church's name because I can't seem to find it anywhere. His church, if he has one, must be taking the day off. At any rate, let's just say Sharpton's a media whore and leave it at that. UPDATE: Sharpton arrived.

Sheehan's handlers brought in a museum relic like Joan Baez to fan the flames of outrage against Bush and the war, but they've done little to reclaim the glory days of the '60s campus protests. In fact, they're now having to share the stage with Move America Forward and the crowds that support them and the troops. MAF has generated equal, and in some cases bigger, crowds, but don't tell anyone.

In an earlier post, I mentioned how Sheehan could find herself standing by the road all alone with her son's cross if a bigger story popped up. Well, Sheehan's party is about to be crashed by some chick named Katrina. A perfect storm of sorts. Watch for two things to happen in the next days:

1. Media outlets pulling reporters and camera crews out of Crawford and re-deploying them in New Orleans. You know how news organizations love to stick their reporters outside in 100 mph winds.

2. Bush leaving Crawford early so he can be in DC to oversee FEMA efforts and reassure the public. Very presidential.

I know it may be premature to begin singing, but...."Turn out the lights, the party's over."