I will miss him, the same way I miss the free "USA Today" while on the road. I have never bought one, and yet that impersonation of a newspaper beat having to talk to strangers over brunch at the Super 8. And his guy, this farce of a politician was a lot like one of those know it all, overly-friendly, overly-loud, patently false, and not funny bores who insisted on sitting next to you over a sticky bun. I always had the feeling, when trapped into a conversation over the toaster oven, that he was distracting me while his partner stole my sticky bun. And that is the way I feel about this politician. Except I never found him entertaining enough to be distracting. As a distraction he was pretty bad at his job. And I must say, Newt Gingrich did more to lower my respect for the voters of Georgia than anything since Andersonville Prison. And now he's gone and in a sick sort of way, I miss him, the way after I bite myself while chewing gum, I come to miss the tiny mouth sore I've been sucking on. One day its just gone, and I don't miss it enough to bite myself again, but I sort of miss it. And I sort of miss Newt.