Let me finish tonight with this.
I sat in a big high school gymnasium today and saw one of the biggest cheers for birpartisanship.
I went to see Argo recently—the movie of how the U.S. and Canada conspired to save six Americans from the Iranian hostage takers back in 1979, and watched people cheer through the roof.
This country is hungry for a success. It wants to feel good about itself and it knows—believes somehow—that the key is to end the roadblock that stands in the way of moving forward.
Now, Mitt Romney says he's the most likely to clear that roadblock because he can work best with the die-hard right in the House Republican caucus—he can get Republicans in Congress to work with him in finding a compromise with Democrats.
He can? What would make anyone think that? He spent the primaries, caucuses right up through the National Convention in Tampa buckling to every demand of the right. He went down for everyone who made a demand on him, signed every document, wore every robe, sold his political name to the sellers of political patronage. He was so busy bowing to the pressure groups, we barely could see the person—only the hand signing the signatures, reading back the oaths, genuflecting to the Donald Trumps and the "birthers," or anyone else that called him by name and said, "Sign here" if you want it that bad.
Bipartisanship. The right-wing of this country hates even the word "compromise." That's what last year's roadblock, last year's drop in our credit rating was all about. The Dems were ready to deal. The president was there to cut a deal. It was the people who bought Romney who wouldn't.
And now that they've bought him, does anyone really think he'll finally stand up to them? What makes anyone thing he will not dance with the one that brung him?