As chairman of the Republican Governors Association in 2006, Mitt Romney crisscrossed the country to elect GOP governors and broke the group’s fundraising record by hauling in $20 million.
Yet just two of the 16 governors he worked to elect then are supporting his presidential bid.
In fact, just three of the nation’s 22 Republican governors have endorsed him.
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One reason, said a Republican consultant familiar with the thinking behind some of the governors’ decisions, is that Romney rubbed some governors the wrong way during his tenure at the RGA.
“Everything seemed to have strings attached to it,” the consultant said. “If they were going to make a donation, they wanted a quid pro quo like an endorsement or a donor list or a volunteer program. There’s no interest like self-interest in politics. So when [governors] think their political lives are in a do-or-die situation, that’s not the time to offer help with strings attached.”
The article contains counter-points to the points enumerated above. But Romney’s relative lack of endorsements from his fellow governors should be a warning of some sort to Republican voters. Or at the very least, something to think about.
A small note: Add about a buck and a half to any given endorsement and you can buy a cup of coffee nearly anywhere, including Starbucks. In other words, most folks don’t give two hoots about which poohbah likes which candidate. But… IF you checked the link to McCain’s endorsements, and IF you scrolled down that list, you may have noticed this lil line item:
Colonel Bud Day, MOH USAF (ret),
That endorsement, Gentle Reader, cuts some serious ice with me. Col. Day is one of my biggest real-life heroes and I respect his judgment. Read why here.
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A Bleg, Gentle Reader, but not of the monetary kind… I occasionally chase up Site Meter hits to various EIP posts if the search term used doesn’t exactly ring a bell for me. In so doing I’ve noticed all the pics (seemingly) I put up on a third-party hosting site have gone missing from the blog. I first discovered this phenomenon when I linked the “When I was Eight” series in a comment. Today it was this post (which has been fixed).
Sooo… here’s the bleg. IF you happen to read something, anything in the archives (ha!) and IF you encounter broken images or images that do not display in a particular post, would you please let me know? All you need to do is give me the date and post title. I’ll fix it promptly.
Thanks.
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OK… I know all y’all have seen this, coz just about every milblog under the sun and moon has posted on it. I’m not in the habit of piling on, in the sense of writing about stuff others have written about and who most likely have done a much better job of the writing, as well. Which is all too true in this particular case. What could I possibly add to this story of moonbat madness?
Well, maybe this. I’m here to tell ya, Gentle Reader, better dive bars, sushi joints, and the like on the week-ends. Shirts like this one:
And of course... my ol’ BUFF shirt, which is long gone. But it was similar to this one, except for the verbiage, which was limited to a simple “B U F F” on the top of the shirt and “Boeing B-52” on the bottom. But the ‘bats got the message. Oh, yes. They certainly did. My tee shirts had a habit of initiating spirited conversation... and that's putting it a bit mildly.
It seems like
I know there's such a thing as secession, and I don’t think many of us would object if
Update 2/02/2008 1800 hrs: From Zombie, one of the very few sane folks in the Bay Area, an Oldie but a Goodie: photos... taken at the "How Berkeley Can You Be?" parade in Berkeley on Sunday, September 19, 2004. CAUTION: This being Berkeley, there is some full-frontal nudity of the non-erotic type, including an example of a micro-phallus. I'll pass on the "suspicions confirmed" sort of snark. Oops. Too late.
(h/t: Wretchard)
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