After suffering through two days of media babbling about Colin Powell’s endorsement of Barack Obama, I’ve got one question: Who the hell cares?

Seriously — Powell’s opinion doesn’t, and shouldn’t, matter. He was a lackluster secretary of state who lacked the temerity to quit. Frankly, his big success occurred in 1991 — by teaming up with the likes of Dick Cheney.

His endorsement is especially baffling if you go word for word through his “interview” (soapbox) on Meet the Press. How intellectually dishonest can you get? But I digress. I’ll hold back the urge to rebut Powell line by line (the Republican party has shifted too far to the right? What is he smoking?). That’s too easy.

Other than in Washington, D.C., (I guess) and in TV studios in New York, does the name of the person Powell votes for really matter? It shouldn’t. Especially since it took him until two weeks before the election to assess the candidates (where has he been the last year and a half?). Surely Obama could have used his support just before the New Hampshire primary.

And how many people, really, came to the conclusion after watching Meet the Press on Sunday that, “Wow, Obama’s a transformational figure (whatever the hell that means — is he like Optimus Prime?), I think I’ll vote for him.”

It really makes me wonder how much Powell despises the folks for which he used to work. Or perhaps he’s in denial of just how much his hands got dirty during the first four years of the Bush administration.

I’m with Bret Stephens of the Wall Street Journal, who argues that Powell goes wherever the Beltway wind blows. Frankly, I’ll take Joe Lieberman’s word over Powell’s.