I just was listening to Rachel Maddow commentary on the fact that last night the Newt Campaign released files on his work with Freddy-Mac. But: they couldn’t find some of them. And apparently, there are no notes, records, written or otherwise, about what he actually did for them. Did the dog eat them? What do we do with Newt, then? Do we give him another chance? Do we mark his grade down, do we call Callista and see what the truth is? None of this will work, sadly.
Simulataneously, I was looking through my files for a cartoon to post today. I did this one last week with no obvious thought in mind of politics. But maybe subconsciously I was thinking about politics. I feel like we are in grade school with the GOP field. Doesn’t each of those guys remind you of some guy you hated in High School?
Newt, the know-it-all tubby creep who always seems to wear the same clothes and talks back to teachers;
Mitt, the awkward rich kid who thinks everyone loves him and who you catch looking in the mirror frequently,
Ron Paul, the nerd who won’t stop telling you all about stuff he thinks is important because he knows of no other way to talk to a girl,
Santorum, the religious nut who is looking for people to tattle on.
It would be fun, if it weren’t so scary. No, actually it is fun, I take that back.