I want to tell you one thing: If Newt Gingrich is anything, it’s swanky.
Just about the time we were picking up the hymnals because the preaching is over and Mitt Romney won, a Vegas casino owner who is a dead ringer for every bad movie about the mafia, sends Newt $5 million. Sheldon Adelson looks like a James Bond villain. He needs a cat or a midget.
And what does Newt do with this money? Pay off his Tiffany’s charge card? Nope. Spend a few bucks at Jenny Craig? Nope. Feed some poor little crippled children? Get real.
Newt is spending that money to trash Mitt Romney for us. You and me. Democrats.
Ain’t that just the sweetest thing?
Newt Gingrich is now doing exactly what everyone in the Republican Party was afraid he was going to do: destroy them utterly if they decline to nominate him. It’s no surprise really, since this has been Newt’s MO for decades, but it sure is a helluva spectacle.
If Newt is going down, he’s taking the Republican Party with him. Because he’s entitled to this nomination.
And everybody wants a candidate who is having his strings pulled by a long line of badly coifed women in tawdry affairs being ravished by Newt’s passion for America in the backseat of a foreign made car, a Vegas casino owner, and several guys down at the bowling alley who think “that ole Newt, he’s real smart.”
I love yew, Newt. You’re swanky.
Thanks to Brian and Bruce for the heads-up.