The Awkward Man
"There are 47 percent of the people who will vote for the president no matter what. All right, there are 47 percent who are with him, who are dependent upon government, who believe that they are victims, who believe the government has a responsibility to care for them, who believe that they are entitled to health care, to food, to housing, to you-name-it. That that's an entitlement. And the government should give it to them. And they will vote for this president no matter what....These are people who pay no income tax."
It's time to wind up the masquerade
Just make your mind up; the piper must be paid
The party's over
It's all over, my friend....
If the Romney Campaign ever needs a requiem, that little ditty should do the trick.
Strike the stage. Fold up the tent. Close the doors. Turn out the lights. There will be no encore. There will be no final bows. There will be no curtain call. The reviews are in and they're all bad. This show died during the out-of-town tryouts. It won't be opening on Broadway. It won't be opening off Broadway. It won't be going on the road. It won't be going anywhere. This show is closing. It's all over. It's history. It's finished. Finis. Adios. Arrivederci. Auf wiedersehen. Au Revoir. Sayonara. Kaput. KABOOM!
Can I be any clearer?
MEMO TO THE PREZ: Don't waste your precious time on the campaign trail. Why bother? Mitt Romney lost the election yesterday. His fate is sealed. If - after all this - the American people decide to send him to the White House, our reputation as the international laughingstock will be sealed. There are forty-six days between now and the election. That is a lifetime in politics as they never tire of reminding us, but I just can't see how Romney is going to get out of this one. The only thing that may save him is a scandal in the Obama camp so vile that the electorate will flee en masse. That could very well happen. The Republicans are quite adept at creating scandals out of thin air - as Bill Clinton found out much to his eternal chagrin.
MEMO TO MITT: The little eight-year-old girl who skips over to the corner candy store to buy an Almond Joy candy bar pays taxes. Everyone pays taxes. Some pay too much. Others (like you, Mitt) not enough. That's your civics lesson for the day, Mitt. You could use a lot of them.
Here's the funny thing! When one contemplates the complete and utter devolution of the Republican party in the last fifty years. it is instructive to remember this: As hideously incompetent as Mitt Romney is, of all the nitwits and kooks who sought the nomination during the primaries - he was the best of the bunch; the cream of the crop! This is not merely a party that has found itself rotting at the bottom of the ideological sewer, this is a party that has lost its fucking mind. They should never again be trusted by reasonable and enlightened people with the governance of our nation. I'm just sayin'.
FUN FACT: The video that has stirred up so much controversy and will probably, more than anything, end up costing Romney the presidency, was made public by David Corn of Mother Jones magazine. It was given to him by James Earl Carter IV - the grandson of Jimmy Carter. Ain't politics fun?
Here is the corner they've painted themselves into: In order to win the nomination, a Republican candidate has to say and do a lot of really stupid things. That's been the case for the last half century. The problem is the fact that the party has become so extreme during that period, once nominated, the candidate no longer has the luxury (as he once had) of veering back toward the center during the general election - or even the center-right for that matter. If he does, he loses the base. If he doesn't he's lost damned-near everyone else. The "party of Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln" has become, I believe, virtually unelectable. Isn't life beautiful?
The Party's Over
by Nat King Cole
Such an apropos little tune for recent events. And a real toe-tapper as well! Nat Cole could (and can) do no wrong as far as I'm concerned.
This little gem by Maureen Dowd appeared in this morning's New York Times:
Let Them Eat Crab Cake