It's been entertainment galore watching the Pubbies eat their own livers, including eldest-yet-still-military-eligible-Romney-Son Tick grab daddy by his magic underwear and heave him under the nearest 47% person conveyance vehicle. Ha. Ha.
“He wanted to be president less than anyone I’ve met in my life. He had no desire to . . . run,” said Tagg, who worked with his mother, Ann, to persuade his father to seek the presidency. “If he could have found someone else to take his place . . . he would have been ecstatic to step aside. He is a very private person who loves his family deeply and wants to be with them, but he has deep faith in God and he loves his country, but he doesn’t love the attention.” Via Boston Globe
"This was a very difficult year, with the strength of the Obama ground game and the fact that Romney just didn't inspire much enthusiasm," said Jamie Radtke, an unsuccessful 2012 Senate candidate and founder of the Virginia Federation of Tea Party Patriots, a statewide umbrella group that continues to expand and now has over 60 member organizations. Via WSJ
Tea-party activist Greg Fettig, a founder of Hoosiers for a Conservative Senate and a backer of Mr. Mourdock, said the main lesson from the loss is that activists need to be sure the campaigns they support are well-run. Via WSJ
Dear TeaBaggers and Trog Romney,
Are you goddamn serious?
Greg Fettig, your candidate said that rape from pregnancy was God's will. What would be your definition of a well run campaign? Oh yeah, sneak the hateful bastard under the radar and then let him bully women to his heart's fill. Class all the way, sir.
Jamie Radtke, Willard was NEVER the popular candidate with your little KoffeeKlatchKlan. Your folks admitted that frequently during the race, but the feeling was that with enough dogwhistles and legislative shenanigans and gerrymandering, you could turn out enough hateful inbreds to make the scary blah man go away. Do not pretend this is some tremendous insight. Also, apparently you did not inspire much enthusiasm.
Taggart, you wanker, the thing your dad truly loves is money, and he pissed away a pile of it. Not all or even much of it his own, of course, but a PILE of green. Money that under his normal operating procedure would be sent abroad, to keep the rest of his money company. Principles, assuming he ever had any, he pissed away freely, saying anything, contradicting himself in the next clause, tossing the collective salad of any group likely to vote for him. Yes, he wanted to be president, and you're dumb.
I do wonder what stage of the grieving process this is, is this denial or step 3a, cognitive dissonance. Assholes.