The one good thing to come out of the Republican presidential race of late is that now George Will no longer has to make those painful disclosures about his wife working for Rick Perry.
It was getting pretty close to being a Buford T. Justice situation, where the Southern sheriff’s son causes him so much shame that he threatens to go home and “smack your momma.”
So now that Perry has vamoosed, my favorite columnist is free to chuck three-pointers at Newt Gingrich unencumbered by the awkward truth that Perry and Newt are peas in a pod.
For example, speaking on Newt’s organizational failures, Will writes: “Busy as an intellectual beaver having big ideas by the bushel, Gingrich has neglected some mundane matters, such as getting on the Virginia and Missouri ballots. Should Prometheus have to sweat such tiresome details?”
I still have trouble thinking that N.G. wasn’t closer to being president when he was speaker of the House than he is now. He’s been lucky. Mitt Romney could have sewn up the nomination by now if he weren’t bound and determined to wear blue jeans everywhere he goes. Blue jeans on Multimillionaire Mitt look as out of place as knickers on a squid.