Policia de Catalunya

So Mitch ditched and left the lion's den. But who can blame the fellow, after his wife's vilification preview in the press last week. She left Daniels for a doctor, so the story goes, and the doc left his wife. After duking it out in a custody battle, she and the doc drove off, "abandoning" their children and spouses.
Yep, that is a tough narrative. It's terribly interesting; and the doctor's spurned ex sounds vituperative ("Look up 'narcissist.' I really question [Cheri's] character and motives") and bitter.
Barbour began the charge from the fray, withdrawing his name at the end of April. Huckabee followed suit a few days later.
The Donald, too, told us no, but then raptured his decision with a maybe so. He's coy, that boy.
Perfecting the scare-the-nanny stare.
That leaves Pawlenty, like polenta. Or hummus and couscous. But none of them bring to mind presidential hubris (although his video today was serious and humorless). Yee-haw "T-Paw" is hardly better: that's the guy in the room next to grandma at the nursing home.
Huntsman sounds strong, but a cheese is still a cheese.
We've got Godfather's Cain, which makes me think of pizza, and Able, his antithesis.
Finally we've got Romney, which makes me think: rummy. Gin rummy and a hair-sprayed mummy.
Oops. I forgot about old Newt. Isn't there a tiny sea creature called a newt? Tiffany's makes it in a brooch, I think.
Maybe I'm too shallow, but presidential images these names do not conjure.
The most feared contender, no one wants to acknowledge -- at least no one in the liberal press.
Gosh, Josh Margolin posted a fairly innocuous piece today, reporting that Obama is doing opposition research on Chris Christie. This compelled Christopher Robbins to bash them both with a bat.
There was brain matter on the floor, such was the reaction. Maybe Margolin stood up Robbins for a drink, or keyed his car, or drove a stake through his heart.
Then again, maybe it's just that Obama's distraction tactics (trying to elevate mere mortals like Paul Ryan into mortal enemies) aren't working.
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Labels: Cain, Cheese, Godfather, Hairsprayed Mummy, Huntsman, Mitch Daniels, Mitt Romney, Newt, Pawlenty, Polenta, Yee-Haw T-Paw

On Monday, I went to the post office and stood for thirty minutes in a line twenty-six people deep. Only two windows were open, while a third worker shuffled around aimlessly. To say there was no sense of urgency would be charitable.
Can you imagine walking into the post office and seeing government employees snap to, like the boss just walked in? Like they work for you? And aren't on tranquilizers? Just imagine.
So today it's my achey breakey heart. Again. His continued claims that he'll not run in 2012 are killing me.
Chris Christie is the only Republican contender who beats Obama in the latest Zogby poll, and rightfully so. Did you know we just added another trillion dollars to our national debt in the last seven months? We need someone with a heavy veto pen and that would be Christie.
If Christie doesn't run without good reason, well, then, he's a mean and spiteful man and I'll never speak of him again. But if he does run, and the Republicans refuse to nominate him, they deserve what they'll get: a big fat morally overgrown, bankrupt party.
And we'll all get a big fat bankrupt country.

Labels: 2012 Election, Barack Obama, Chris Christie, Mike Huckabee, Mitt Romney, Republican Party, Sarah Palin, Zogby Poll