Let me first express my surprise that people are actually allowed to speak inside the St. Ronaldus Magnus library—I would have thought that reverential whispers, accompanied by the occasional “shush” of a nervous mother, would be the only human vocalization heard in that sacred chamber.
That said, this kind of desperation is really begging for the full Palin:
Don’t even say anything tonight, go home and think about it. Do it for my daughter, do it for our grandchildren, do it for our sons, please sir: we need you. Your country needs you as president.
What’s next? Are these people going to stand on the lawn at Drumthwacket holding up a ghetto blaster playing a Peter Gabriel song?
A Christie candidacy, Christie shaking his man boobs and staring slyly into the camera—hell, even the mere mention of the alliterative syllables of his name—are all good news for Democrats. It all highlights the weakness of Perry and Romney, was well as Republicans’ disgust with their repugnant choices. To Christie, I say: dance, motherfucker, dance.