. . . an encouraging word:
Of course, if Romney were a corpse as yet unburied on the model of Bob Dole and John McCain, he would lose. If you do not all that much care whether you win or not, you will lose. But Romney wants to win. He is a man of vigor, and he has a wonderful case to make. He is a turn-around artist, and this country desperately needs turning around.
This fellow sees a Literary Digest moment in our future, taking polls as the too certain trumpets in each case, 2012 and 1936.
Oh brother (where are thou when we need thee?), not only must we wonder if Harry Reid’s parents were married, pending production of a wedding certificate, but now a worse allegation has arisen, in the much-acclaimed or at least -consulted Urban Dictionary:
“Harry Reid,” the dictionary now says, is defined as “[a]n unofficial rap sheet of alleged pederasty and sexual abuse of minors by anonymous sources that may not exist.”
The definition emerged, the dictionary notes, “after an explosion of reports surfaced online and on the airwaves, that [Reid] is a serial pederast. The outlets reporting the allegations all protected the anonymity of their sources, and no one knows if the allegations are true, but they’re out there. A spokesperson for Reid declined to deny them.”
Come onnnnn! A majority leader about whom such important matters are uncertain? We can’t have it, I say. We simply can’t have it!
(Mature readers only)
Blithe Spirit 