Speaking of, I'd preferred he'd eschewed it himself

Richard Cohen lays W on the psychologist's couch in his latest column for another go 'round at understanding George and all his failures. After reading this most-amatuer collection of psycho-babble, I'm left wishing that Richard had followed his own advice:

This descent into the fog of Freudian politics is, I know, just the sort of thing Washington eschews. Such musings lack position papers or paper trails -- paper of any kind, actually -- and rely instead on elastic language sometimes known as psychobabble. Yet those of us who are both fathers and sons know the truth of these matters. There is no more complicated relationship on the face of the earth. It is fraught with competition, a kind of canine sniffing that is suffused with both an edgy rivalry and an immense love that does not quit even with the grave. If I say that George W. Bush was out to both vanquish and redeem his father, many a man will know what I mean.