It's kind of like being downstream from a burst dam. You can see the waters coming, rising inexorably, and know there is no way to escape them. Best thing to do is just climb onto the roof and hope the foundations hold.
The political advertising has started.
We watched it start in Iowa, flow to New Hampshire, grow in intensity in South Carolina and now we're next. Florida's Republican primary is at the end of the month, barely two weeks after SC and the ads (mostly from Romney and Romney's "totally uncoordinated" super-PAC) are increasing accordingly.
The super-PAC is mostly bashing Gingrich. There's a judo ad warning how Gingrich's negative attacks are beyond the pale and then proceeding to negatively attack Gingrich. The pro-Romney ad has him claiming he will determine the worth of a federal program by whether or not the Chinese are willing to finance it. Might it not make more sense to find out if the American people are willing to pay for it?
It's only going to get worse before the month is over. I see no recourse put to take refuge on the metaphorical roof of my local NPR station. And admire the orchids which continue to bloom. And the roses, which have started again. And the tomatoes which are ripening one by one in perfect sequence.
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