Wherein I once again give thanks to whatever aspect of Murphy, the Trickster God, inspired the NYTimes– owned suits busily destroying the last worthwhile parts of the Boston Globe to give Charles P. Pierce his freedom. The un-mealy-mouthed precincts of Esquire and the boundaryless generosity of regular blogging have given him the chance to produce wonders:
Serious Republicans have become concerned. By Serious Republicans, I mean the people who would like to forget how much their party has profited politically over the past 50 years by allying itself with Bible-thumpers, sexual bigots, the sad detritus of American apartheid, the black-helicopter crowd, and people who would like the federal income tax to be as flat as they believe the earth is. By Serious Republicans, I mean the likes of Jeb Bush, Haley Barbour, David Frum, John Podhoretz, and Karl Rove.
(Yes, for the purposes of argument, Karl Rove is a Serious Republican, and not just an unusually successful ratfker who, at one point or another, has used all the above-listed constituencies to win elections. Just play along, okay?)
The Serious Republicans have become concerned over the 2012 Republican presidential field in general, and over Rick Perry in the specific. The other day, Podhoretz, showing the true loyalty to self of the career Legacy Hire, took to the pages of that deeply serious newspaper, The New York Post, which will publish anything written by a conservative that is not written in bodily humours, to moan about the quality of the help his party is being asked to hire…
Read the whole thing, and improve your mood. Unless, of course, you are a paid ReThug troll, in which case, sucks to be you.)
Somewhere, Finley Peter Dunne is smiling.