Maureen Dowd: Plagued by the president

Washington • Paging Proust. For me, this is the week when memories rush back from childhood: watching my parents get gussied up for St. Patrick’s Day parades and banquets, green carnations pinned to their lapels; the family’s annual excursion to the Tidal Basin to catch the fleeting pink splendor of the cherry blossoms.Washington’s most beautiful season is blooming outside while we get herded inside, making the dread and decay feel particularly disorienting.The landscape i