Greg Sargent says "There’s a great deal to chew on in Mitt Romney’s interview with Bob Schieffer." For the exceptionally hopeful few, that may be.
Yet Romney has planted his flag in the undiscovered country of limitless unknowing; he has braved fifth and sixth and possibly greater dimensions of bizarre unreality and, from time to time, he reemerges from the quantum fog to reassure us that it all makes sense, not for us to worry, we needn't bother our recession-addled brains, he has everything under control.
He really can snap his fingers and be in two places at once, while giving three answers simultaneously to four disparate audiences.
In short, Mitt Romney has the uncertainty principle down pat, mixed with a bit of Eastern mysticism: Those who know as Mitt knows don't say, and those who say as Mitt doesn't say don't know. He comes by this sort of golden-tablet con artistry naturally.
In response, the exceptionally hopeful, such as Sargent, whip out their elegant microscopes and set to analysis--the efforts of which yield sentences of vast disappointment, such as this: "Romney seemed to confirm that he will not be detailing how he would pay for his proposed tax cuts."
He seemed to confirm he won't confirm what he seems to be saying while not saying it.
My regrets, Mr. Sargent, but I don't find this to be "a great deal to chew on." It is intellectually undigestible. It is a fraud, a hustle, a phantom, a changeable unobservability which, unlike "real" quantum mechanics, can and should be dismissed as the insult to human inquiry and civic endeavor it is.
I realize that such a journalistic dismissal would make for exceedingly short columns and thus maroon cybercolumnists to the idle black hole of Romney's immeasurable vapidness. But journalists should give it a try; they should just note that some slick buffoon who calls himself the Republican presidential candidate gave another interview or another speech yesterday, which made no more sense than his preceding interviews and speeches, and no more sense than the next ones will, either.
Then they could chew on something else--something real, something fathomable, something less tedious than the hither-and-yon Romney Shuffle.