I’m visiting with family right now and just had the following conversation with my uncle, who listens to a fair amount of right-wing radio (mostly local Boston stuff, though, not usually Rush) and often repeats crazy things to me he’s heard on the radio:
Uncle: Why were they giving Obama a hard time about that burger he ordered the other day?
Me: He asked for spicy mustard.
Uncle: Like brown mustard or grey poupon?
Uncle: And they made a big deal of that? God help us, huh?
My uncle is right in that sweet-spot of the mostly mythical cranky, blue collar voters whose votes are up for grabs (voted for Bush at least once, voted for Obama in 2008). When even he is mystified by the stupidity of an attack, it means it didn’t work.