Twas three days before New Year’s and all through the Web, the political pundits were bobbing their heads.
The Iowa caucus just six days away and no one was certain which pol would hold sway. There was Dr. Ron Paul, thought a jolly good fellow. Until old racist remarks cast his vote in the dark. It all seemed uncertain, who’d emerge from the curtain. Because in the midst of this calamitous race, the lead had changed hands with such remarkable haste that even Friday’s leader still had time to simply peter.
Come Huntsman, Santorum, come Bachmann, don’t bore ’em. A strong close this week could possibly floor ’em. The chance of a lifetime in six days awaits, a breathtaking race to be head of these States.
So many great choices, true conservative voices. From Texas, Rick Perry, a governor merry. Until on the night of one tragic group show, he seemed to answer just a tad too slow. As he skillfully steered his agency-slashing sleigh, he suddenly could not seem to find the right way — past commerce and education, and education and commerce, and education, and … oops. The third it eluded him. The press it denuded him. From the front to the back, he was derided by the full pack until, sad to see, it seemed he had lost — yes — his (department of) energy.
And then from Georgia came the man called the Newt, who can sing, dance and perhaps play the flute. No lobbyist he, no man of indecision, but a scholar of substance and conservative vision. He has lived with the greats and compares with them nicely, the Lincolns, the Churchills, the Reagans, precisely.
The front-runner, named Mitt, steered clear of the snit. He would have you believe it is he who’s the cutter, one who just this past week was reported to utter that public funding for Big Bird is, well, just a real turd. It’s a blight on the budget without rhyme or reason that he, the big businessman, would slash in one season.
Just who will it be, come January three? The horse race draws close, the pundits are cheering. Is it Romney on the rail? Is Paul closing on his tail? Or will Gingrich prove the real grinch who steals Iowa in the final pinch?
Six days will tell us (losers, please, don’t be jealous). So dash along, dash along, dash along all.