I’m going to miss the Hermanator. There’s no question he was the most entertaining figure in the race. The machine-gun accusations about his inappropriate sexual behavior and marital infidelity would have sunk a more moderate candidate far sooner, but fortunately he was the darling of ultra-right family-values types, and they tend to gloss over those foibles when it’s one of their own.
Of course, it’s hard to blame an affair of 13 years’ duration on the liberal media conspiracy, so it looks like this, not the back-of-the-limo couch rugby sessions, is what will finally bring our dauntless warrior down.
Mr. Cain, who may have invented his candidacy as a gimmick to spur book sales, either didn’t intend to become anything more than an asterisk in the race, or he possesses such an overarching ego that he assumed he could bully his way past the inevitable scrutiny into his past that a front-runner always attracts. Whichever alternative you choose makes him supremely unsuited to serve as the leader of the Free World, and we aren’t even talking about the women.
Now we are stuck with Mitt and Newt. If you believe that, with few exceptions, only the dullest, most wishy-washy candidates can appeal to a broad enough swath of voters to get nominated, then you will agree that Newt’s future is limited.
Remember what happened to Howard Dean? He was going strong until “The Scream.” The Scream wasn’t a negative, in my opinion. It demonstrated some rare passion. It became the accepted wisdom, however, to condemn it. I think that’s because the Democratic Party establishment⎯with which Dean was at odds ⎯had the fix in with the media. Dean simply didn’t fit the plan. Note that they ultimately went with John Kerry, not exactly the kind of person you’d want to spend more than 30 seconds with at a cocktail party.