A man wrote this:
“Over the past week, my colleague in Austin and Andrew Sullivan have been discussing whether there is a Rick-Perry-sized hole in the race. With respect to Mr Sullivan I side with E.G.; while Mr Perry might choose to enter the race and might do quite well, there is no sizable bloc of Republican voters who would be unrepresented or left without a choice should he decide to remain in Texas. The hole in the race is now perfectly Pawlenty-sized: mainstream Republicans need a port in the storm, and it looks like he’s the only port available.”—Economist blogger “J.F.”
Yes, he is an idiot. Mr J.F. wrote that before T-Paw and his whole hole got their ass whipped out in Iowa, where, it seems, folks have other things to do with their corn cobs.
Ole’ J.F. filed that brief that just before going on vacation, and upon returning, and discovering that he’s facing a whole new ballgame, he cranked out a mealy-mouthed, ass-covering mea culpa that began as follows:
“Well, let’s see, what happened during the two weeks I spent away from my desk, defending—successfully, as it turned out—my title as Worst Fisherman on the East Coast and Possibly Planet Earth.”
You know why you’re such a bad fisherman, J.F.? Your heart isn’t in it. Put down that rod. Your happiness lies in a whole ‘nother pole.
Afterwords
J.F. writes a column for the Economist grandly titled “Democracy in America.” Dude, Alexis de Tocqueville called. He wants his franchise back.
