So today is the day when the Republican field gets more interesting because Jon Huntsman...
Oh, hell. I can't even finish that sentence.
If you (still) wonder why I haven't been writing, imagine how I feel. Faced with "maybe I can write about Michelle Bachmann" or "how about a stab at evaluating Jon Huntsman"... is it any wonder I've found myself more interested in watching The Vampire Diaries?
(No, seriously... turns out The Vampire Diaries is the next most awesome show ever. Seriously, dude.)
Even the professional election watchers - surely, by now, a most embarrassing and embarrassed group - have a hard time trying to make the upcoming election cycle interesting or compelling. Me, I can hardly be bothered. On the Democrat side, there's absolutely no choice but to watch the lurching efforts of Barack Obama's zombie reelection effort. While on the right, there's a Republican Party in spectacular disarray, flailing amongst a group of choices that can't possibly get worse... until it does.
So, then, is it really any surprise that a former Governor of Utah, who's recently served as Ambassador to China, fancies himself the great next hope of the GOP? Of course not. But try and find a Republican whose reaction to Huntsman's candidacy doesn't fall somewhere between "who?" and "that guy who spent the last few years working in the Obama Administration?" Just try. And then get back to me on how Huntsman should be taken seriously. I can't even muster the amused snorts of seriously contemplating liberals who say "Huntsman's got some real appeal" when what they mean is Huntsman's the kind of Republican only a Democrat can love.
Huntsman may manage to generate some primary heat - though between his Obama connections and his Mormonism, I'd say he's doomed from the start - but the idea that he'll be the Republican nominee seems ludicrous, and the idea that he poses serious competition for Barack Obama only more so. But then, that assessment follows for essentially the entire current field: none of them seem like especially inspired choices for the Republican nomination, and less like an alternative to four more years of Barack Obama, however dismal that prospect appears as well.
Michelle Bachmann? Oh, please. Get real.
I could wait some more and write pretty much this same piece in a month or two when, it seems, someone may convince Rick Perry that he, and only he, represents the hope of the GOP to win in 2012. Rick Perry, already, seems to be finding some sense in this. Rick Perry may represent, at best, the attempt of the GOP establishment to try and rein in the alternative of chaos. But Perry is such a spectacular disaster waiting to happen, I can't imagine even the most gullible Americans falling for the idea that a repeat of the George W. Bush act - in far less skillful clothing - will suffice.
With more than a year of this to go... I'm just disgusted. Which is not me writing from my happy place. Which is why, really, the prospect of being eaten by a male model gorgeous member of the undead seems like way more fun. I'm trying to keep my energy going to write about something... but it's hard, I gotta tell ya. Damn hard.
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