Sunday, June 15, 2008
Jimmy Carter's Worst Nightmare
No, it's not the killer rabbit. Jimmy Carter's worst nightmare is that he ultimately will be viewed by even the MSM as so completely irrelevant that his comings and goings, his public displays of fatuity, his visceral anti-Americanism will be utterly unworthy of note or comment. He lives in mortal dread of having to resume his place in the lowing herd, and I am convinced that if, in order to keep his name in the news, he had to walk from one end of Death Valley to the other, dressed in a raccoon coat and playing the national anthem on a ukulele, he'd do it gladly (hell, he'd do it round trip).
His silence and obscurity represent a consummation devoutly to be wished. The sooner the better.