I don't have much to offer this morning, so I'm just going to stick this here.
I'm loath to mention John Podhoretz's column at the Post. All the weak jokery, metaphor torturing and general brown-nosery might put you off your morning tea and scones. And that's just in the bit I write.
What might happen if you were actually to read Mr Pod's random concatenation of claptrap and bunkum - all of it sprinkled liberally with sparkles of pure dumb - doesn't bear thinking about.
As such, I shall be judicious in my quoting and restrict myself to this, which did make me laugh.
That little exchange turned Romney into a different kind of debater last night. He spent much of the evening angry, and his anger galvanized him -- particularly when Rick Perry said it was the “height of hypocrisy” for Romney to have attacked Perry on illegal immigration when he had hired illegals to do yard work on his property.
Romney spoke a fascinatingly revealing sentence in explaining the matter: “So we went to the company and we said, look, you can’t have any illegals working on our property. ‘I’m running for office, for Pete’s sake. We can’t have illegals!’”
That looks like one of those moments when politicians reveal how hollow they are in their ambitions, but it played differently for Romney -- oddly, it made him seem more human, nervous about making mistakes and making a bad impression.
I think you misspelled "hypocritical, pandering, self-entitled, narky blowhard" at the end of that last sentence, John boy.
[Cross-posted at Sarah, Proud and Tall. That link is to a an old story about David Brooks, of which I am very proud. Don't say I don't ever do nice things for you in the course of gratuitous blog-whoring.]