Stammering panderers, self-aggrandizing nationalists, and vainglorious windbags, the scorched earth campaign to the presidency has become more farce than tragedy. There is something unique if not admirable about the last-standing frontrunners. They belong to the special class of men, in whom a craving for limitless power is so extreme that any suffering to achieve it seems natural. Like a daring adventurer who suffers nothing to thwart his purposes, until at long last, he has found himself in the most enviable capital in the world.
When Mitt Romney’s plastic smile and blank stare comes across the television, images of John Kerry flood the imaginations of conservatives. The stiff and drab nature of his personality unfortunately yet tellingly are what cast his fate as the eternal political bridesmaid. His years as a slash and burn corporate raider and his undecipherable stance on key issues aside, his electability is doomed because he is anesthetized and obtuse.
Newt Gingrich is anything but obtuse. He prides himself on bluntness. A sort of telling it like it is, even if what he’s telling is fallacious or delusional. His desire to colonize the moon epitomizes a lonesome crusade against reality. He bashes secularism and homosexuals for destorying American values, while his own personal history lacks concern or dependablity.
Newt and Mitt will battle it out until one realizes that their delusions of grandeur have gone too far. They will take to a stage somewhere cantankerous, vehement, and vindictive, unless of course it is Mitt for he will stand erect and bumble indiscernibly. They will say something like it is not important, really, how far you go but how you make the trip and the verity of the statement will be lost on them.
We have an irresistible desire to believe that goodness and winning are connected. Whomever wins the nomination will become another unfortunate testament to the opposite.