With the Iowa caucuses looming and 2012 around the corner, I thought it time to start posting about politics again, and I'll kick it off with a nod to John Scalzi, who wrote a great piece regarding the rise and fall of Newt.
I love this part:
Gingrich, bless his heart, can only give a stab at being a statesman in brief, isolated bursts. Then his Gingrichosity shines through, he decouples prudence from his pie hole, and he starts doing the 68-year-old poltiwonk version of a college freshman midnight bull session, only in public and in front of cameras, and without someone there to say “whoa, duuuude, you’re getting pretty out there” before passing over the bong to mellow him out. He just can’t shut up.
And this part too:
When Gingrich prepares to hork an idea out of his mouth, he doesn’t roll it around first to see if it tastes bad. He just spits it out, and there it is, on the carpet, Gingrich looking at you in that way he has, the way that says yet another brilliant thought from the mind of Newt. You’re welcome. And then the idea rears up, hisses at you, and tries to mate, horribly, with your shoe.
Side Note: I've almost bought Old Man's War multiple times, and this post prompted me to finally buy it. I started reading it yesterday...
