I’ll be missing tonight’s Republican debate because of the flight I miraculously secured at the last minute. E.J. Dionne wonders who will put in a major flub tonight, but it seems to me the magic is over, that Cain can Uz-beki-beki-beki all he wants, he’s out of the race anyway, and Perry can fail to name two agencies all he wants, he’s out of the race.
And that sucks. I like Cain’s gonzo 9-9-9 pizza marketing and I like Perry’s aging Joe Buck “I’m one helluva stud” shtick. I didn’t even mind Perry’s booze-and-vicodin inflected speeches (though I will admit that Cain’s singing at that presser turned my stomach). These two may be idiots, but at least they’ve got charisma. Newt and Romney don’t.
It’s starting to remind me of that Fabulous Mr. Ripley movie. When Jude Law and PSH were on-screen, it was great, but after they were killed, we were left to contemplate the screen absence charisma void of Matt Damon wanking around in a lime green speedo with the inexplicable icon Gwyneth.
Let’s enjoy these last few debates while we can.