So this is the hour of Tom Kean's disgrace and humiliation. For four years, he portrayed the bi-partisan centrist, the big man who became half of the chairmanship of the 9/11 Commission, the real American who did good work on behalf of our people, who held government to task for its failings. What was the motivation for crawling into bed with the right-wing nutball bloggers, the little green goofball types, the pajamas media dorks, the spit-spewing haters, the fear-mongers? Was it the fee he collected for serving as a consultant to ABC's reputation-destroying "docudrama," the one that has anybody center or slightly left enraged by its lies, its silly portrayal of the Clinton Administration, its blatant campaigning? Was it the temptation to attack the Democrats and help his son's campaign in New Jersey? Did Cheney put the strong-arm on Kean at last? Did Rove say "do this piece of Goebbels work for me and I'll help sonny boy in Jersey?" Did the President call? When was the moment when he decided he didn't care anymore, when it was okay to give his thumbs-up to a fictional moment in "history," when those fraidy-cat Clintonites had bin Laden in their sites but were too liberal and feminine to pull the trigger. Tom Kean has traded his considerable reputation for a mini-series - one that will get terrible ratings (as Gilliard pointed out) because it's up against something truly American: the NFL. Tom Kean and the lies of the Bush Administration: puhhfect together.