I've been on assignment this week, and I still have not totally wrapped it. But I can't let the week in media and politics end without commenting on Team Clinton going down to New Orleans, opening the coffin and taking the stake out of the heart of James Carville, the Count Dracula of attack spin doctors.
If I didn't know Hillary Clinton was in trouble before I saw Carville, I do now.
What a screwball performance Carville delivered - complete with crying like baby to show his depiction of press coverage of Hillary Clinton, particularly the Washington Post.
"You know that Mr. Breezos," he said referring to Jeff Bezos, owner of the Post and Amazon, "who runs that sweatshop out there in Seattle, he ought to go on 15th Street where the Post is and get that place in order. There's nobody editing that newspaper."
If you have not seen this MSNBC video, take a look. It will not only make you smile, it will tell you the Democracts can do crazy every bit as well as the Trump-drunk Republicans when they feel threatened.
As someone who is always happy to see the competition get ripped, even I have to admit Carville's scattershot attack on the reporter who wrote a piece critical of Clinton, as well as the editors and owner of the paper, is pretty lame. This is a guy who used to be able to throw a 97 m.p.h. fastball high and tight when you leaned in too close to the plate now throwing roundhouse, lollipop, hanging, high-school curveballs.
The crying-baby imitation and repetition of the phrases "don't amount to a hill a beans" and "stupid media people making stuff up" are all vintage Carville. Only now he's lost the rhythm of attack and the ability to make his words sting. He's become a parody of the media pointman of Bill Clinton's once-feared media takedown machine.
Maybe he'll get his game back. But Carville seems nowhere near winning campaign form right now.
The fact that the campaign let him get out there anyway tells you how badly things are going for Team Clinton these days.