Everyone who opens their mouths these days are liable to win one, it seems. From the president’s hopes for Trent Lott’s rebuilt house and his high praise of "Brownie," to his mother’s Marie Antoinette Moment (as Andrew Sullivan called it) to Senator Landrieu’s threat to punch somebody really soon, tensions are, naturally enough, running high.

However, if I were giving the award, it would go to someone who has no excuse – after all, most of the others are under stress, under fire and under scrutiny.

No, I’d give the award to the person who, touring the Astrodome, said:

"Why you’re the prettiest evacuee I’ve seen,"

Is it a contest? Does The Prettiest Evacuee win a prize? Like maybe her life back?

No…even , oh but she can perhaps give them their Best Life Now…

Sigh. Such is life today….as the linked article notes, today was dueling celebrity day at the Astrodome:

"Is that still Hillary over there?" one woman asked another.

"No," the other woman responded, "that’s Oprah."

"I thought Oprah was over there," the first woman said, pointing to another group crowded around someone.

"No," the other woman replied, "that’s Jesse Jackson."

"Oh," the first woman said, "I thought he was gone."

"He was," the other woman said, "but he came back."

And everyone prays…please, keep Sean Penn away from us. Please.