The Chris Matthews Psalm

Just for kicks, this would be what a Chris Matthews homage to Obama would sound like:

Barack is my shepherd, I shall not want

He makes me lay down my Hardball, he stills my dissent to quiet waters

he restores my Camelot soul. He guides me in paths of purple-state unity for his name’s sake.

Even though I walk through the valley of partisan rancor, I will fear no obstructionist, for you are with me.

Your calm and your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a studio before me, in the presence of the Ditto-heads.

You anoint my head with your charisma; my thrill overflows.

Surely, the audacity of hope and change will follow me all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the house bought with Rezko forever.