The good news this week: Congress is now on Easter break, which means it can't do any more harm until we've all got a sufficient sugar rush to carry us into summer. The not-so-dandy flash: the economy is t-t-tanking, big-time. So savor that last gooey Cadbury's egg as if it were your last.

Last week Eliot Spitzer's ignominious downfall seemed to parallel that of Wall Street and Bear Stearns. That's what a secret orgy of excess will do when it all comes out.

Meanwhile, Barack Obama found himself having to explain about the rhetorical excesses of Rev. Jeremiah Wright. He's probably wishing Jeremiah was a bullfrog about now. Pompous windbag Bill Kristol went on an Obama tear in the New York Times, only to have to admit he got a crucial detail wrong (and funny enough, misspells his correction). And former VP candidate Geraldine Ferraro had to bow out of the Hillary Clinton campaign after saying essentially that it's not fair Americans are more sexist than racist.

Meanwhile, the Wall Street Journal's Peggy Noonan wrote a thought-provoking op-ed about John McCain, in which she argues that McCain's sense of his own story gets in the way of a coherent philosophy voters can get behind. He is a maverick and likes it so much that the only issues he tackles in depth are those guaranteed to show off his fighting spirit.

Whither Clinton? Well, she may be behind in the electoral math department and still fighting to get those Florida and Michigan delegates counted -- but at least she has Elton John.