The most delightful feature of the political circus still on tour has profoundly transfigured. Remember, in those days of yore, when our most transcendent joy came in watching the GOP's stumblebums assault and vilify one another and in general eviscerate each other's electability -- especially Mitt Romney's, which was perceived with some minor justification as the one realistic threat to President Obama? Well, none of that, any longer, makes any difference. Now they're all unelectable, and probably Mitt Romney most of all.
This election will be scored as historic mostly in the sense that never before has a party so disowned, so abused, so thoroughly trashed its only presidential hope (possible exception: the Whigs and Henry Clay). Far, far more effectively than Obama or any Democrat ever could, Romney's compadres have reduced him to a bandaged, sputtering contender of an Elia Kazan film. Given the pounding he's taken in this election cycle, Mitt couldn't now get himself elected as State Auditor of Utah.
It's a thing of pity ... almost. And what makes me so uncommonly pitiless is that Mitt has been as abusive, as decadent, as monstrous as any. He deserves all the wickedness that his way comes.