Warning: snark attack herewith.
Last night at the foreign policy debate, the Republicans did some mighty fine pageant walking. Each candidate had the routine pat:
-- smile at the camera, take a few side-steps, show your ass.
With perhaps the most to lose, Herman Cain lost the most. Once past 9-9-9, he seems to have little to say of any substance.
And Newt, whom some described as an evil character from Dr. Seuss, continued live up to his reputation as the bully who likes to beat you down with a barrage of heavy words regardless of whether they make sense.
Speaking of making sense, Huntsman often did. But he ruins everything he says with his arched eyebrow. Makes him look smug and rich and Mormon.
Or is that Romney? Sometimes, I get them confused. Like having a spare Mormon in the campaign kit. Whether needed or not.
Just like having two Texans in the race. That’s a double negative. Before and after simultaneously. Like hearing a lingering echo from a bad old dream. With Perry starring as "grasshopper."
Bachman, Santorum, Paul – just barely enough body heat to cloud the exact time their campaigns died.
This time, the audience was more like Romney. They flip-flopped -- cheering both for and against water-boarding. Riddle me that.
Still, I watched the show ‘til they cut away. For the same reason I watch buildings implode.