Let me finish tonight with a question.
How did the party of Abraham Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt and General Dwight Eisenhower and Ronald Reagan descend into a diabolic clown show? When did PT Barnum grab hold of the Tea Party and New York money and mix it into this Witch's Brew of a TV Debate headed up by Donald Trump?
How did this clown show of Michele Bachmann, Herman Cain and Newt Gingrich find itself with the Sorcerer's Apprentice as its Grand Ringmaster? How did the King of the Birthers become the midwife of rightwing presidential politics? What sin did someone commit to unleash this torrent from hell on a once-serious political party?
I don't claim any deep sympathy but it takes a deeply cold heart not to feel for those good-minded Republicans out there who have this grotesquery leap before their face. What happened to the moderates and the reasonable of the center-right? Did they go mute? Did they lose their tongues and their right to speak out? Are they watching what I'm watching? Are they going to let this happen? Are they going to chug along from here to Tampa, to the sweltering convention hall of next September all the while anticipating the Hobbesian choice between a candidate who puts them to sleep and one who gives them nightmares? Is this what all the debates, all the speeches, all the wanderings about has achieved - a duet of death, a karaoke of the chokehold?
"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
Newt Gingrich ... Donald Trump. Let me say no more.