Nancy Pelosi commented to The Hill: "Let me put it this way — I hope [Mitt Romney is] their nominee….. He might be a nice person — no offense, no offense — [but] let’s save you time."
Oh, let's not. Let us instead revel, with as much false dignity as we can muster, in the prospect of another Romney nomination. My highest hope is that the GOP will return to 1964 and nominate a True Believer, à la Ted Cruz or Rick Perry, but politics tends to regress to the mean, suggesting Mitt. (For the moment I simply refuse to even entertain the ghastly idea of a Bush III nomination.)
I very much want to see Romney's latest iteration in full bloom: as a man not only of the people, but of the littlest and poorest people, the discardable people, the scum of the 47 percent. And by God he'll do it. I don't know how he'll do it, in terms of tortured policy proposals (assuming he bothers), but we can rest assured that he'll do it with his usual insincerity of burning earnestness. Such is Mitt's greatest talent — the ability to look straight at the camera and blather in vertiginous circles. For students of first-rate demagoguery, Mitt Romney is an indispensable gift.
But there's another and equally delightful reason I so value a Romney nomination-in-progress: The far-right's Ted Cruzes will grow absolutely, violently and psychotically palsied at even the thought of another "moderate" leading their party to doom. We'll have Cruz & Co.'s spectacles atop Romney's spectacles to watch. Then after that fateful day, in November 2016, Cruz Inc. can spend another four years telling the GOP's surviving wingnuts that if only they had nominated a True Believer …
Which, someday they might do, just to get it out of their system, temporarily, anyway. Witness the wingnuts' lingering attraction to 1964 — a masochistic attraction that has the Clinical Manual of Psychiatric Diagnosis and Treatment written all over it.