Richard Daybell – Novels, stories and short humor
Just two weeks ago, we were lamenting the fact that the Republican race had settled into a Mitt malaise of boring predictability. But then last Tuesday, lo and behold, Rick Santorum came bounding into Colorado, Minnesota, and Missouri like Papa Cartwright onto the Ponderosa after the boys had once again mucked something up.
It’s a new world, baby. The Rickster is resurrected, and with Easter still two months away. Well, God couldn’t be happier. Now we all know that Michelle and the other brother Rick were God’s real faves. But this Rick’ll do – so much easier than a plague or a flood. Rick believes in God, and Rick believes that God believes in Rick.
Newt is hanging in there by an ego, and Ron (who cares?) Paul will never go away. The delegate count is Everybody Else 110, Mitt 107. Now it’s Santorum’s turn to bubble to the top of the Republican cauldron, and he’s already ahead of Mitt in some polls.
The primary game is still afoot, Watson.
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