'In the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.'
- Abraham Lincoln -

Thursday, December 15, 2011

The Dole/McCain Syndrome Settles In

Oh, dear.  Not again.

Yes.  Again.  And forever.

Republicans, God love 'em, suffer from "electability syndrome."  It manifested itself in the nominations of the very electable Bob Dole in 1996 and the very electable John McCain in 2008.  Both were ever so electable until the day came that they weren't elected.

Yet the syndrome continues to ravage the party polity.

See "Winnowing the Field" in yesterday's National Review.

The crux?

Mitt Romney is electable and Newt Gingrich is not.

And so down that road to Shambala the Republican Party once again goes.

Sing it with me!
Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala.
Everyone is lucky, everyone is kind
On the road to Shambala.
Everyone is happy, everyone is so kind
On the road to Shambala.
How does your light shine, in the halls of Shambala?
In the halls of Shambala. Where President Dole and President McCain (and President Stevenson and President Willkie for that matter) wander aimlessly, wondering how it could be that they were so electable and yet weren't.