Well, nobody can say that the Republican primaries have been deficient as entertainment. People blowing up left and right like there were no tomorrow. At this rate, we’ll get to Jeb in no time.
Cain was glib but fun, and while solid on some stuff, he encountered a situation he couldn’t quip his way out of, maybe because it was one he quipped his way into. Huntsman was the boutique candidate who couldn’t get any WalMart shoppers to switch over. Perry is likely to be dropping out, and the report is that he will be endorsing Newt, at just the very moment when Newt’s candidacy has an event that we used to call in the Navy a “reactor scram.” One of Newt’s exes is poised to dish the dirt on him, and no one is exactly shocked to find that she has the wherewithal.
Newt is insufferable for various reasons, but one is that he appears to be a geyser of hormones and ego and ideas, all in sporadic rotation. He is a gorgeous spectacle, the perfect candidate for dolts and swindlers, and any others eager to be gulled. Look for him to try to quell this insurrection at the debate tonight by force majeure, most likely delivered from a heap of moral indignation the size of Mt. Sinai. The argument will have to reason from Newt’s inability to keep his trousers on to Romney’s nefariousness, and so students of hair-splitting casuistry should probably limber up and stretch before the debate. You don’t want to pull anything.
Ribald pundits look to have a good week in front of them.