'Jeeeeeezuz Christ!'  Democrats in '98: the agony, the ecstasy,
the scabs  Orange county never looked so red. By early Wednesday
morning, it was clear that in several of the county's hottest
races, Republicans had choked, Democrats had won, and as Robert
K. Dornan told anyone who would listen throughout election
night, a "fog of evil" has descended upon America. Dornan would
know something about fog. And evil. He was hanging out with
Republicans at the Sutton Place Hotel in Newport Beach. While a
band there cranked out a funkless version of Wild Cherry's "Play
that Funky Music White Boy," men looking like slabs of ham
(mmmmm . . . ham) stuffed into dark suits searched for
scapegoats to explain their losses nationwide, statewide,
countywide, doublewide. Over at the Disneyland Hotel's Grand
Ballroom, Democrats weren't so much celebratory as
thunderstruck, looking like a bunch of Lyle Lovetts waking up
next to Julia Roberts. Asked how this gathering compared with
previous confabs, longtime Democratic activist Mi