A five-minute spin through the Drudge Report these days is a paranoid journey through a world where Michelle Obama is always downing junk food on the same day she talk against obesity, where Al Gore is always fat, where conferences on global warming are always cancelled by blizzards, and where most of his conservative readers think the name of the Homeland Security secretary isn't "Janet Napolitano" but "Big Sis." Of all those things, the non-stop hectoring of the First Lady is most emblematic of what Drudge has become since the moment in 2008 when it dawned on people that America was electing a president with Clinton's center-left politics who happened to be black. Since then, Drudge has failed to miss an opportunity to not only remind his readers of the president's skin color but to link Barack or Michele Obama to rap artists or to crimes committed by black perps in his hometown now called "Chicagoland," to to use his talent in jumbling links to intersperse stories about bad poll numbers for the president or going after the OIympics with random murders in the inner city.