The sense of grief shared at the news of Dr. Charles Krauthammer’s passing, coming only a few short, agonizing weeks after his informing us all of the terminal nature of his illness, surpassed somewhat that normally reserved for public figures of whom most have had little, if any real personal knowledge, especially commentators. Presidents and other heads of state seem to merit a period of national mourning owing to their station of leadership. Certain entertainers have the ability to exert an almost familial hold on the hearts and minds of at least some members of the general public. Billy Graham was a source of spiritual salvation for millions. But commentators, while rising to the level of celebrity, at least for those enamored or engulfed by the political life, are increasingly perceived as tendentiously vulgar, coming at us in short, vituperative bursts, generally repeating well worn talking points in adherence to the principle that repetition is the foundation of persuasion.