You may deceive all the people part of the time, and part of the people all the time, but not all the people all the time.
Abraham Lincoln
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all of the people can't be all right all of the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours"
I said that.
Bob Dylan
Unlike Charlie Cook, Nate Silver, Chuck Todd et al., I, as presidential prognosticator, dare to venture beyond the binary, past history’s what-used-to-be-must-be, and in perfect confidence prophesy right here and now that unless something absolutely unforeseeable happens.* Mitt Romney’s hopes are nil - i.e., post-aria; i.e., ka-put a fork in him; he’s done, toast, like the Titanic going down, like doomed, daddy-o. (Feel free to add your own cliche to this salad of metaphors).
*E.g., Obama whipping out his dick, brandishing it like a sword in the first televised debate.
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Please don’t misunderstand. I ain’t claiming no supernatural ouija crystal ball Yahweh combusted burning-bush bullshit. I’m talking intuition. I define intuition as the hoard of signals experienced but forgotten, all that data store-housed in the unconscious, data that manifests in your bone marrow instead of your cerebrum. Intuition is half-assed rational, a meeting of the right brain and entrails (where in fact soothsayers once plied their trade).
Sometimes, though, an event occurs that magnet-like sweeps across those unconscious filaments and rearranges them into a sign that certain intuitive folk can read. And, O, my brothers and sisters, I am one of them what possess that power. The event is Romney’s response to the Libyan crisis. The filings read: despite his godzillions, despite the hair, despite the jaw, Mitt’s a loser whose deepest convictions would barely moisten a petri dish. He’s so creepy, so ill-at-ease, so unpresidential that he’s unelectable.
He makes Pat Boone seem soulful in comparison, Dukakis folksy, Kerry light-hearted, Gore ultra-hip.
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Romney’s response to the Libyan crisis was a defining moment. He called a tweet “disgraceful” issued from our American consulate, a tweet denouncing religious bigotry as an attempt to defuse an escalating situation before the actual breaching of the consulate’s walls. It is quite possible that whoever issued that communication had been killed by the time Romney called him disgraceful. Romney’s classless, unpatriotic, craven attack on fellow Americans in harm’s way re-looping on cable television will sink into the consciousness of voters.
Peggy Noonan, Daddy Bush’s speechwriter admitted that Romney looked like Nixon.
I’d say he has all of the mendacity of Nixon, all the secretiveness, but with about a third less of the charm.
On a side note, I think the pathological lying that has so far defined the Romney campaign is the product of a man who holds the American people in very low esteem. We’re the help, skycaps at the airport, checkout girls at Food Lion (though, I suspect that Romney has not entered a supermarket in three decades). He doesn’t believe we possess the intelligence to put two and two together.
Abe Lincoln knew better - and believe me, in this here age of instantaneous communication, the half-life of part-of-the-time has shrunk considerably.
Oh, by the way, Nate, Charlie, and Chuck. Here’s the final electoral college tally: Obama 332 Romney 206.
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