Mitt Romney has put this election away, for President Obama. True, he was toast before, but now he's just a tidy pile of charred crumbs. Even his barely still-friendly GOP enemies will abandon him and inquire mostly into the possibility of somehow replacing this vomiting geyser of contemptibility with a nominee who, at the very least, won't be booed off upcoming debate stages.
This has no precedent, yet it was foreseeable. Romney is not only a prodigious gaffe-manufacturer, he is a studied practitioner of the long con. He conned business clients, he conned Massachusetts voters, he conned (largely by default) just enough GOP presidential primary voters, and of late he's been conning about half the nation. He's been pulling a con on his personal finances, he's been pulling a con on his purely fictitious policy proposals, and he has, of course, been pulling the biggest con of all--that of Obama's "unAmericanism."
But elaborate con games, as Wall Street recently demonstrated, have an inevitable way of collapsing on themselves. And Romney's just did. He went in for the kill too precipitously, too greedily, too eagerly, too entirely fucking conspicuously--and there he hanged, before the cameras, all by himself, exposed as the strutting, predatory con artist that he is.
Or rather was. Because now he's just charred toast.