This Cain, uh, explanation is virtually Gingrichian in its flawless admission of personal flawlessness:
I have never not taken responsibility for what some people perceive as mishaps, missteps or whatever the case may be. In that particular case [the already legendary Libya lapse], I paused to gather my thoughts. And in any other instance where I may have said something that had been misinterpreted I have always corrected myself.
By "Gingrichian" I mean, of course, that which radiates as infallibility -- the ethereal, Platonic ideal of human perfection on Earth. And who would have thought (certainly, Plato never did) that in one hapless generation we'd witness two glowing manifestations of such indescribable splendor.
For both Newt and Herman, their glory must suffer our misperceptions and misinterpretations. This is their cross, their burden, their crucible. Born unto us was a destiny guided by God, and it's name is Gingrich ... or Cain; take your pick, it's bargain-basement day in the GOP's offering of untouchable grandeur.
But wait, you misperceive, you grossly misinterpret if you think I suggest only a twofer. Because if you order today, or by next November, the Grand Old Party will include, at no additional cost, the foreseeable permanence among the body politic of other impeccable messiahs, from Sarah Palin to Donald Trump to Michele Bachmann.
For each is without mishap or misstep, having never not taken responsibility for our errant misapprehensions. And all they need to remain on their glittering paths of national notoriety and political distinction is for us to never not take them seriously.