Probably wouldn’t be any scarier than Bachmann….but I love a couple of responses from the pundit-verse:
Ever been stuck on an airplane or at a dinner party next to a humorless, opinionated know-it-all who won’t shut up? If you enjoyed that, I imagine you’ll be voting for Newt Gingrich. And I’m guessing you won’t have much company.
Gingrich is a fount of ideas, most of them not nearly as good as he thinks, but he is sorely lacking in some qualities Americans like to see in their presidents: sober judgment, a bit of humility, personal charm. Gingrich has none of these. On the contrary, he’s a verbal flamethrower with a grating sense of his importance.
So the man who crucified Bill Clinton over his cheating in the 1990’s is about to announce that he will run for president despite having enough skeletons in his closet to fill a college anatomy lab. Newt Gingrich, whose penchant for extra-marital vagina is well-documented, the man who said he’s previously cheated out of patriotism, will officially announce his candidacy Wednesday, planning to turn a lifetime of tail-chasing into a political asset.
I for one am thrilled that Gingrich is running, as I promise to be on him like a Republican Congressman on a House page. We’ll relentlessly hound him for cheating on and shamelessly dumping two ailing wives. For having an affair with his much older high school teacher and his 22-years younger aide. For asking wife #2, Marianne, to “tolerate” his tawdry affair with future wife #3 Callista in some sick, kinky open-marriage fantasy. We’ll resurrect the 1982 House Banking scandal and his 22 bounced checks. We’ll remind everyone of the 1984 and 1995 book scandals and dust off the GOPAC scandal and illegal use of non-profit funds for political purposes. We’ll expose his family-values hypocrisy ’round the clock like a McDonald’s drive-thru, and slap him so hard with his lewd past that he’ll feel like he went 15 rounds with Mike Tyson.