Really, Evan Bayh? Really? Six years ago, you more or less dropped a stink bomb in the Senate chamber on your way out the door, cursing the very body that made your name — your name, not you — recognizable outside of Indiana. Your reasoning then, as you laid out in a scathing New York Times op-ed , added up to an allegation that the Senate was so inoperative, so hopelessly gridlocked, log-jammed and filibustered that it wasn’t worth the trouble. Poor you, beset by the tides you couldn’t turn.