I have the worst head-cold of my life. It’s almost a joke. Now I know what it’s like to be a mouth-breather. I did note that Kathleen Parker appeared on Meet the Press this morning and said (paraphrasing), “I think we are all unanimous that Mitt Romney is a dork. I think we have to think about about him as a doctor. He’s the doctor with a bad bedside-manner. But, in the end, do you care as long as he makes you better?”
Dukakis and Gore and Kerry had their problems “connecting” with the average voter, but they never reduced their advocates to calling them dorks or comparing them to crotchety doctors. I don’t know about you, but I do care if my doctor is a jerk. I’d gladly go see anyone who can clear the mucus out of my sinuses, but that doesn’t mean I’d go back to see them a second time. We have a dentist we stopped seeing because they always made us wait too long. They cleaned our teeth just fine, but they lost our business anyway.
I think most people are agreed that Romney needs to win Michigan or he’ll have a hard time winning the nomination outright. But the way he’s demoralizing the GOP faithful, I’m still not sure that he’s any better than Santorum. I’m vacillating about who I want to win. But I’m rooting for Santorum in Michigan because I want this thing to keep going. I want more money spent by Republicans to attack other Republicans. I want more discussion about how crappy the choices are. I want to see a brokered convention in Tampa, just for the pure entertainment value of it, even though it might allow them to find a competitive candidate.
