As voters in South Carolina head into the voting booth today to hand a win to what polls are increasingly suggesting to be angry, racist, arrogant, anti-intellectual, half-man/half-pig mutant hybrid zoophilic microcephalic psychopath and sneering, preening, self-aggrandizing, all pie-in-the-sky and no follow-through, manic-depressive, ethically-challenged, spendthrift, perennially unfaithful serial husband Newt Gingrich in this latest installment of the reality show, Last Whack-Job Standing, we here at OMT find ourselves this morning detached from our moorings, awash in apathy, and at a loss for anything to say. We’re tapped out, empty — left running on fumes from all of this incessant observing of Republican electoral antics.
Since Monday, we’ve cranked out 7,279 words about the lead-up to the South Carolina primary. And today, in the middle of the first significant winter storm to hit Pittsburgh so far this season, we thought we’d just spend Saturday morning waiting for nature to get all of this snow and ice out of its system so that we can go outside and dig out — which, according to the latest radar loop, looks like it may be within the hour.
So, we’re going to take a much-deserved morning off, and ponder what we’ll be writing tomorrow, as the dust settles from the primary, and the message that South Carolina will send to the nation today begins to become clear.
Besides, we’re much more focused this morning on watching the snow that is gathering in the hemlocks outside our window as we sip our coffee, than on the tiresome goings-on in the Palmetto State.
Hell, even God took a day off.
Not that we believe in all that biblical nonsense, of course.
I want the Newt-ster to the be the Republican nominee. He couldn’t possibly beat President Obama unless Americans totally break from reality.