In the new Vanity Fair, James Wolcott wonders why the age of change doesn't apply to the Beltway pundit class:

Every time political analysts Dick Morris, Bob Beckel, and Karl Rove surface on Fox News like plump juicy roasters, I think, Shouldn't they be floating on a barge somewhere, bound for obscurity? Why's Pat Buchanan still hanging around? On CNN's political panels Jeffrey Toobin appears to be the only intellectually adept non-android. With Barack Obama as president and the super-happening Michelle Obama as First Lady, you would think a new tone, a new tune, a kicky new jazzitude, would have entered Washington discourse, but it remains a landlocked island unto itself, held captive by its tribal fevers.

Go read the whole thing. It's classic Wolcott.