perfidy

I don't hate Tom Daschle. Really. And never mind what I said before, that was just rhetoric and hyperventilating. I don't hate the guy. Especially seeing as he lost.

I do, however, harbor a profound and comprehensive disgust for the ex Senator of one of the flat states. And now, he is contemplating a run at the presidency. This prospect fills me with joy, knowing that soon I will be able to witness his final humiliation.

Senators don't win Presidential elections. The trend is for governors, though Senators have always had a tough row to hoe. JFK was an exception, and Tom Daschle is about as far from Jack Kennedy as you can possibly be and still be human. Over the last forty years, generally speaking Democrats don't win elections. And the ones they did win, they had help. Carter would never have made it but for Watergate, and Clinton wouldn't have made it but for the sawed-off, flappy-eared madman from Texas.

Not that he'd get that far. Unless the Democrats throw up an even less impressive band of statesmidgets than they have for the last few elections, there is no way that Daschle will stand out in the crowd. He is a colorless, droning white policy wonk from the midwest. His grating nasal tones combined with monotonous yet self-righteous delivery will alienate most of the nation. He'd be John Kerry without the charmless Boston accent and distinguished military career. And what electoral prize will his presence on the ticket (maybe) secure? Nebraska.

Tom says,

"I have received a lot of encouragement."

Good luck, Tom, because you'll need it.