Sure, the notion that Democrats are effeminate wimps that can’t be trusted to lead the country is still an idee fixe on the right (along with its logical corollary, that strength is inherently masculine). But to have it hurled by the likes of Angle and Paul, who can’t quite summon the courage to face the press, is just a bit much to take.

I’ve been asking people what Obama could do now, without needing the approval of Congress, to address many of the serious problems facing the country. Here’s Glenn Greenwald’s take.

The NYT has a fascinating story about the $75,000 house that led to the GMAC deposition on robosigning that finally alerted the world to the extent of the fraud behind foreclosures. GMAC requested the judge prevent publication on the internet documentation key to the case. But the judge refused.

There was a telling moment in last night’s Nevada Senate debate in which Sharron Angle and Harry Reid explained how they view the proper role of government and its relationship with corporate America. And their answers must have made the nation’s largest corporations smile.

The banksters may try to lash out their customers, but the investors know the score. The banks ruined the housing market, to sum it up. In addition to bank stocks falling rapidly yesterday, credit default swaps for banks are skyrocketing. Nobody wants to insure them.

Only three of the top five servicers have issued moratoria of any sort (and some of those are limited to judicial states). Citi (with 6.3% of the market) and Wells Fargo (with 16.9%) have not issued moratoria at all.

Just a totally grassroots, bottom up, bunch of regular ‘Merkuns who are concerned about the size of gubmint.

Well so much of doing something positive by doing nothing.

Janiva Magness — You Were Never Mine.

I’m so freaking angry right now I could spit. White House senior adviser Valerie Jarrett referred to the sexual orientation of now-deceased teenager Justin Aarberg as a “lifestyle choice” — and then phones in her tepid apology through Washington Post meat puppet Jonathan Capehart.

A paid professional who is tasked with representing the White House doesn’t simply — oopsy! — slip and talk like that about somebody else’s child.