The apparently last debate of the Republican presidential nomination process took place last night in Mesa, Arizona. The gang of thieves held 20 of them. TWENTY of them. They are probably, as Barry Goldwater was wont to say, "sick and tired of being sick and tired." As are we, the poor television viewers of this sad and ugly saga.
So a quick review. Virtually everyone I've read this morning mentions the four candidates sitting at desks that appeared to be too small for them, leaving them squirming like little boys. Frankly I didn't notice that. I did notice the professor on the far right . . . (hmm, I wonder if I was referring to the television screen or the political spectrum) . . . Uncle Newt seeming to have a difficult time holding his arms over his h-u-g-e midsection. Calista must have already read the will if she keeps feeding him the Georgia diet!
Unlike his earlier debate styles, Newt seemed to be sharing an amused conversation with Romney (the dog abuser) most of the night. Asked to describe himself in one word, Newt chose "cheerful."
At the other side of the stage was that groovy guy, Ron Paul. He seemed to begin each of his answers with a chuckle or two. I think everyone got a chuckle out of his reply to a question about why he had called Rick Santorum in a t.v. ad "a fake". Paul looked momentarily surprised at the question and then said "because he's a fake!" I can't really figure out what Paul's game is considering his dismal performance so far. But he does provide some comic relief.
Then the two guys in the middle, who didn't provide any comic relief last night, Rick Santorum, the former Senator from the 14th Century, and Cousin Willard, Mitt Romney. What the hell kind of a name is Mitt, anyway.
Since Santorum has risen to the top of the leaderboard as this week's "not Romney", he got much of the vitriol last night, from the other candidates and from the crowd, which may have been packed by Romney. As Romney was introducing himself at the beginning, he was interrupted by applause. Rather than continue his introduction, he quipped "as George Costanza says, when they're applauding, stop talking."
Santorum heard the unfriendly sound of booing several times as he told the crowd things like "I voted for it but I didn't believe in it" and "when you're on a team sometimes you have to take one for the boss." The booing probably came from Tea Partiers in the room. We should all remember this debate was held in Mesa, Arizona . . the once and possibly future fiefdom of Russell Pearce, who was the president of the Arizona Senate until he was successfully recalled not too long ago.
And Mitt, who still seems likely to win the nomination eventually. Not that it will be worth much by August. He was a little snappish, telling Santorum at one point "don't look at me, look in the mirror."
I'm sorry, folks. I seem to have lost my sense of humor about this bunch of bull-goose loonies. Thankfully, we'll have no more debates. At least not until the Republican nominee demands to debate President Barack Obama. But I'm not worried about that. The Prez can just sing 'em to sleep.