He’s got the Starfleet pedigree; I’ve got the Vulcan brain.

Yeah. We spend a lot of time watching the news together. We process it in different ways. Sometimes we watch on the iPad and his nose is inches from the screen, his super focused sighthound eyes. He’s sensitive to voices, music, he leaves when he’s offended, because he’s not as logical and unencumbered by emotion as I am.

But we mostly don’t fight because of the mind-meld. We just visualize things differently — I with my less accurate human sight and he with his infallible vision. When, rarely, I see photographically, I’m still somehow a step behind.

For example…

<It’s worse now that I have a truly rotten attitude and see almost everything as a cartoon, utterly divorced from any reality I would have recognized a few years ago. As I understand Raebert, he’s resisting that kind of reduction. Where I perceive only two-dimensional imaging, he still somehow detects life. Take Hillary. I see Cruella Deville, and he sees a living being, a member of his own family, however remotely related.

And so it goes. Maybe he’s right some of the time. How do you see Kathleen Sebelius?

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But we were simpatico on John Kerry, I’m thinking.

I was wrong about McCain. I thought him essentially harmless.

The deerhound view. He’s a ferocious, indiscriminate killer.

My biggest miss. Here’s how I saw Nancy Pelosi.

The evil queen from Snow White.

How Raebert sees her.

Mirror, mirror, make it stop.

There’s more. Much more. We’ll get to it in time, in future Washington updates. But I’ll close with one where we seem to be convergent, although his vision is ever so much sharper than mine.

Wonder Woman

That was mine. Weak compared to Raebert’s.

Sarah Palin. He knows. I’ll try to do better.