Was there ever any doubt? The minute the money guys sensed that Mittens the Chosen One might be in trouble, a no-holds-barred push in Iowa began for the "unemployed", "middle-class" quarter-billionaire.
I could only stand so much of the coverage and ended up watching an old
American Masters on the Warner Brothers on WLIW instead, but my cousin says on Facebook that Rachel Maddow managed to slip in a comment that Rick Santorum "came from behind", which is of course all kinds of win and why we adore her so. Of course said cousin couldn't leave well enough alone and also snarked " Rick Santorum has come from behind, pushed past #2 and finished first with another man in the end." But that's another story, Iowa is over, and it looks like we'll have Rick Santorum to kick around for a while longer,
something for which we should all thank Dan Savage every day from now until Mittens' coronation, even if Dan DOES
hate fat people.
Instaputz had not just Iowa but the nomination
called by 8:26 PM.
We have been badly remiss in not linking to
Doghouse Riley in a long time, but yesterday
he got into the Dan Savage spirit quite nicely in putting Iowa in context.
Smell the Chris-mentum!!
Hopeful over at Blue Jersey notes that the good looks, charm, and charisma Blue Collar Messiah from Joisey
brought Mittens six fewer votes than in 2008.
I know that Newt is blustering his way to utter irrelevance,but his golf-ball-through-a-garden-hose spouse provides so much comedy gold that
Princess Sparkle Pony can't resist. (Note in particular the photo accompanying the December 29 entry. I half-expected
Christian Camargo to appear in it.)
BadTux sings "Heigh-ho" about the final placement.
Not Iowa-related, but
this entry by Southern Beale is so good, and we are SO going to get Sally Quinn (
who was golfball-through-a-garden-hose before it was cool) all over the place today punditizing alongside the equally idiotic David Brooks, that we should remind ourselves just how awful the Villagers are.
Speaking of Callista,
Ken reassures us that we're going to have her (and her husband, the Pillsbury Doughboy), around to kick around for a while longer.
Laffy on the
Jon Huntsman/Ron Paul trash-talkin'.
Rick Ungar on how
Frothy wants you to have your baby so it can inhale a whole bunch of mercury.
And finally...if you aren't reading
Charles Pierce during this ridiculous charade of a primary season,
you should be.
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