This week in the saga

The bill comes home. Tuesday the Senate passes it by one vote and he tells the House it is no longer anybody's bill but everyone's; Thursday night the House sends it to his desk, and on Friday afternoon he signs it on the South Lawn at a picnic while the bombers that hit Fordow come over the trees. It is the largest piece of legislation of his life and it takes him eleven days to stop posting about it. Saturday morning the water comes down in Texas — a river up twenty-six feet before dawn, a camp full of children in its way — and the register drops to something quieter for one post. Then Sunday evening the man who spent a quarter of a billion dollars electing him announces a third party, and the answer is written in the voice of a disappointed friend: saddened to watch him go completely off the rails, essentially becoming a train wreck over the past five weeks. Two men who cannot be in the same story. One of them owns the bill.