I am delighted to see Eugene Robinson join our small but fierce resistance: the rebel pro-Gingrich camp. Robinson largely joins it not for the reason I did -- he argues, as I have, that Santorum would be crushed in rather short order were he Romney's only front -- but motivation is less important than faithful alliance.
And what pray tell was my reason? Simply that I care not to even try to imagine how a mere two-ring circus could pass entertainment muster. By now, a GOP primary -- that is, political life these days -- absent the stupendously defeated Newt standing at a podium declaring yet another unambiguous triumph would be more than I could bear. It is so cruel a thought, it is, indeed, unimaginable, utterly unthinkable.
Newt may not be his party's front-runner, but in my book he is its truest standard-bearer, in that he's a mass of pompous opportunism dressed up as dignified antiquity, he's walking hypocrisy and backpedaling disingenuity, he's the Thor-like champion of thundering demagoguery.
Newt Gingrich is in full and abundant reality the modern Republican Party; to imagine this race without him is to imagine Hell without Satan, or the old Yankees without Babe Ruth, or "The Desperate Hours" without Humphrey Bogart.
I love Newt, because of all that he's doing to euthanize the GOP's present incarnation. Welcome aboard, Eugene.