For months I've been calling the Republican nomination "race" a joke, but at least here's the punchline - evil is retreating to it's lair.
In the slow news cycle of the GOP crawl towards their convention, it's been one virgin after another served up at the alter of Romney for sacrifice, as each challenger took their shot and gained slight momentum crawling over the one that fell before them. And for that predicable and oft-repeated reason, one more rich white man has fallen, and yet it's as protracted as the media-driven (non) contest of the race itself.
Newt Gingrich will officially suspend his bid for the presidency next week - yes, the pre-announcement of his pending announcement is somehow considered worth mentioning. He could just quit, I don't know...now, but that would be too easy. You see, there's still millions in contributions to collect and hide before dismantling the snake oil campaign machine. And since he's essentially been an human caricature of Porky Pig - well, one with a hair helmet and a predilection to rut, he had to stutter politically and drag out his exit.
I would hate to see any Republican win in November, but Newty is a special kind of old school shitbag. Not the harmless, naive kind you find in Rick Santorum, or a sad clone of Bush in Rick Perry, but a crafty bastard that was part of the early 90's GOP congressional class that basically tried to put every dark cloud they possibly could over the Clinton era, which was fitting considering that it should have been heeded as a warning for the stormy presidency to follow.
At least we'll have another few years before he dips his fat toe back into the candidate pool. Unless he dies. Nothing wrong with that....
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