Tweety Scores

I run hot and cold on Chris Matthews. Cold when he calls Hillary Clinton a harpy. Lukewarm with a side of cringe when he talks about Obama-induced thrills running up his leg. Hot hot hawt when he goes on a tear against elected officials and their shills who don't know history (such as here and, epically, here) or the Constitution.

Matthews is an imperfect messenger, to say the least. But when it's a topic that's in his wheelhouse, wham, shade your eyes out in the bleachers and wave as that ball leaves the park in a hurry.