Is there a creepier politician around right now than Newt Gingrich? Even his face is offputting – the weird giant baby head, the soulless beady eyes, the bratty sneer of entitlement. He’s still big in right-wing think tank circles as an “idea man,” but his biggest idea for the 2012 presidential election so far is turning the campaign into another spurious debate over whether the federal government intrudes on the lives of voters.
(The fact is – people complain about government but they also demand that it provide effective services and help them out in hard times. This includes Republican bankers who want a bailout and elder Teabaggers who need their Medicare coverage).
Now we all have to suffer while the national press pretends that Newt is a serious presidential candidate. They won’t admit what he really is – a political has-been who’s updating his credentials to further book sales and speaker fees. His hypocrisy is legendary even by political standards: A two-time divorcee and confessed serial cheater — one affair famously occurred as he led impeachment proceedings against fellow philanderer Bill Clinton – Gingrich is now touting himself as a Catholic moral traditionalist. (He converted two years ago). He’s an outspoken hawk who stayed out of the Vietnam War through numerous student and family deferments. He’s a crusader for fiscal responsibility who bounced 22 checks during the House banking scandal of 1992. More recently, his lofty claims to principle didn’t stop him from jumping on the clearly batshit, anti-Obama “birther” wagon.
I could go on and on, but everyone knows that Gingrich has a foul odor to most Americans, including conservatives. Can we end his charade of presidential ambitions now?
New rule: the only wingnuts allowed to pontificate on the sanctity of marriage are those who have had at least three. Experience should count for something.
So Gingrich and Trump qualify.