I don’t often quote Andrew Sullivan, but the new column of his in the U.K. Times demands notice in this space (thanks to Mike for the link). It’s called “The Clintons, a horror film that never ends.” Mr. Sullivan contemplates at length a sickening feeling of déjà vu which he finds overtaking him a good deal these days, as the prospect of having to live with the Clintons and their never-ending “psychodramas” during a new term in the White House continues to present itself.

The Clintons have always had a touch of the zombies about them: unkillable, they move relentlessly forward, propelled by a bloodlust for Republicans or uppity Democrats who dare to question their supremacy. You can’t escape; you can’t hide; and you can’t win. And these days, in the kinetic pace of the YouTube campaign, they are like the new 28 Days Later zombies. They come at you really quickly, like bats out of hell. Or Ohio, anyway.

But it’s the way the article closes that really earns it the mention here.

The Clintons are comfortable with this [red state/blue state] polarisation. They need it. Even when running against a fellow Democrat, they instinctively reach for it. Last week, in response to the Obama camp’s request that they release their tax returns, Clinton’s spokesman called Obama a new Ken Starr. For the Clintons, all Democrats who oppose them are . . . Republicans. And all Republicans are evil.

And evil means that anything the Clintons do in self-defence is excusable – even playing the race card, and the Muslim card, and the gender card, and every sleazy gambit that the politics of fear can come up with. This is how they have arrested the Obama juggernaut. It’s the only game they know how to play.

One is reminded of the words of Bob Dylan: “And here I sit so patiently / Waiting to find out what price / You have to pay to get out of / Going through all these things twice.”

Indeed.

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