Linking to an AP story, Drudge called it “Super Chooseday.” Do you really think there is a choice involved? I write at about 9:00 p.m. EST on Tuesday. Newt Gingrich (remember him?) has taken Georgia, but we knew that already. Mitt Romney, whose wife drives “a couple of Cadillacs,” and who has friends who own NASCAR teams won, er, Massachusetts! (Good going Guv!) Also Vermont!! And Virginia!!! As I write, it’s neck-and-neck (but favoring Santorum) in Ohio between the man with important hair (that would be Mitt) and Rick Santorum. Santorum, it seems, has taken Tennessee and Oklahoma. Which is a problem for . . . the media.
How will they play this? It doesn’t matter much. Unless there is a sudden access of political testosterone, Romney is the man. Then what? Then for the next few months we can read about how he is the only electable candidate and, come November, shake our heads when Barack Hussein Obama is reelected President of the United States and continues his work dismantling the freest, most prosperous, and powerful country in history.
“There you go again,” Ronald Reagan said to what’s-his-name in 1979. And there they go again, the folks that brought us the candidacy of Bob Dole and John McCain. Their latest retread is Mr. ObamaCare-lite, the former Governor of Massachusetts, the man who makes bets with people for $10,000 on national television and whose zillion-point tax plan calls for a tax code that is simultaneously “flatter” and just as progressive as it is now. Talk about square circles!
Never mind. Romney is the adult in the scenario—or so we’re told. He out-spent Newt 65-1 in Florida and guess what? He won! Romney, you see, is the mature one. The one nearly all the smart money is on. I see that. I acknowledge that Newt Gingrich is a volatile chameleon and Rich Santorum seems to have condoms on the brain. I don’t suggest either is more likely to win.
But here is the sad thing: Mitt, as things look now, is likely to lose. Not the primary. All the Establishment forces are there assuring his victory. It’s just that he is likely to lose the general election. How do I know? I can smell it. I can also look at the polls.
I believe that this country is at a fateful crossroads. One road leads to prosperity and freedom. The other leads to the drab slavery of socialist control. Mitt believes (sort of) in the former. Obama believes, with a vengeance (just wait!), in the latter. Alas, Mitt will be powerless to stop Obama: how can he, since he has endorsed all the most controversial aspects of Obama’s policies?
I am, as I have said before in this space, a syphlitic-camel sort of chap. That is, I would vote for a camel with a social disease before I would vote for Barrack Hussein Obama. Which means, as the logicians among you will have concluded, that I will vote for Mitt Romney should he, as seems very likely, be the candidate. Quite soon, in fact, I will begin writing cheerleading-sorts of pieces about him here and elsewhere.
Just now, however, I pause on this not-so-super-Tuesday to register a melancholy riposte to this silliest of silly seasons. Some wise but unpleasant person observed that people tended to get the leaders they deserved. Do we deserve this?
OK, according to Drudge and other savants it’s a LANDSLIDE for Romney in the Florida Primary. That can happen when you outspend your chief opponent 5-1, as the well-coiffed Mitt Romney did. I think Marco Rubio may well be right: the chap who wins Florida will be the chap who garners the Republican nomination. That chap, we now know, is named Mitt Romney. Yes, yes: a week is a long time in politics, as the British Prime Minister Harold Wilson once observed. The sky could fall. Mitt Romney could be caught in bed with Michelle Obama. He could be caught in bed with Barack Obama. Possibility is cheap. What’s likely is that Mitt will be the nominee — despite this poll, which has Newt beating out everyone for the nomination. It is also, I submit, likely that (if the polls and the markets are to be believed) Mitt will lose against Obama. (Newt, by the way, loses by an even bigger margin.) What can I say? I have nothing against Mitt Romney. If if does garner the nomination, I’ll yawn and pull the lever for him when the time comes. But, as I’ve often said, he’s our Bob Dole: the safe guy, the guy who is next next in line, the guy that the establishment can line up behind because he won’t “rock the boat,” because he won’t challenge the status quo in any fundamental way, because he has the same tapioca running through his veins that Barack Obama has, only he is not a narcissistic anti-America radical whose incompetence vies with his malevolence for ascendency. Mitt is a nice guy who knows how to manage things, even if he has been a dismal failure in getting himself elected. He is, as I’ve also said, a company man at a moment when the problem is the company. But the Republican establishment wants Mitt. He is, they say, more “electable” than anyone else actually running. I suppose that will be some consolation when his candidacy puts Barack Obama back in the White House.
I hope I am wrong about all this. Let’s see.
The OBE. That stands for “Order of the British Empire.” According to Wikipedia, the award has “attracted some criticism for its connection with the idea of the British Empire.” Which is pretty funny. All those stalwart British imperialists running around the globe upsetting the natives by bringing them better roads, education, hygiene, the rule of law, etc., etc. Where have they gone? And what has become of the people who used to be awarded honors such as the OBE (motto: “For God and the Empire”)? They are pretty thin on the ground. Which helps explain such phenomena as the new OBE, awarded, e.g., to people like the pneumatic Michelle Mone, diva of underwear, a former model who, the Telegraph informs us, “created the cleavage-enhancing Ultimo bra, was awarded an OBE last year for services to the lingerie industry.”
“Services to the lingerie industry”? Who knew? Lie back and think of England.
Glenn Reynolds mentioned Matt Drudge’s masterly art of deploying headlines just the other day. But this is pure genius:
|45% of households pay no income tax...
“About right,” eh?
This just in: Someone forgot to count more than 7300 votes in Wisconsin’s pivotal Supreme Court election. And guess what? The forgotten votes go to (drum roll) the conservative candidate, David Prosser. From JamieWearingFool:
“Strange how those random computer errors always tend to favor Democrats.
I expect union puppet Joanne Kloppenburg will deliver her concession speech any minute now.
After Tuesday night’s Wisconsin Supreme Court election, a computer error in heavily Republican Waukesha County failed to send election results for the entire City of Brookfield to the Associated Press. The error, revealed today, would give incumbent Supreme Court Justice David Prosser a net 7,381 votes against his challenger, attorney Joanne Kloppenburg. On Wednesday, Kloppenburg declared victory after the AP reported she finished the election with a 204-vote lead, out of nearly 1.5 million votes cast.”
Good news in the fight against big government and corrupt public sector unions.
A friend sent me this observation, which is making its way around cyberspace:
“Charlie Sheen 47, is all over the news because he’s a celebrity drug addict. While Andrew Wilfahrt 31, Brian Tabada 21, Rudolph Hizon 22, Chauncy May 25, and Bradley Hart, also 25, are Soldiers who gave their lives this week w/ no media mention.”
What went wrong?
From RealClearPolitics this morning:
Really, you can’t make it up. Other states and cities are struggling forthrightly to deal with the unhealthy mess that public sector corruption has saddled them with: Chicago embraces it. Rahm Emanuel. Obama’s “pride.” It would be a joke if it were not so very unfunny.
Now that Hosni Mubarak has been forced out of Egypt, a very large question mark hovers over the country. Will the military maintain order and secure secular Egypt from the theocratic agenda of the Muslim Brotherhood? No one knows the answer to that question. But if you want to understand what the Muslim Brotherhood is all about, let me recommend Andrew McCarthy’s book The Grand Jihad. Published last May to widespread acclaim, it has just been rocketed back into orbit by Glen Beck who warmly recommended it to his viewers last night. Result: The Grand Jihad is now number 1 on Amazon. Order your copy today!