For the longest time I told myself: if he can lose someone as hardcore as me, then he's done.
Howard, you're done.
I met you, I rallied with you, I gave you money, I defended you every step of the way, fought off every "gaffe", every hit piece, every insinuation. But I mistook teflon for your death by a thousand cuts. Your rock, Howard, proved too small for their Goliath.
So I'm gonna take a few days, rest, cry, wait for your loss in NH, get over that... then take a deep breath and take a second, reluctant look at Clark.
In the meantime my heart is utterly broken.
GT