I really wanted to like Herman Cain. In fact, let's be honest, I really did like Herman Cain.
But in fact we really never knew Herman Cain any more than we get to know some slick sideshow carney before he moves on to the next town to promote another three-headed pig ("Suey! Suey! Suey!" or rather in this case, "Nine! Nine! Nine!").
Before he slipped silently out of town even while claiming he was not going to slip silently away, Herman Cain lost any remaining shred of credibility--yes, I dare say he lost any shred of dignity--when he began quoting Pokemon in Georgia Saturday afternoon. Twas a sad and surreal valedictory address from someone who got scratched his way to the head of the class without acing a single question or even finishing a single test for that matter.
Libya, you say? My head still twirls at the thought.
The Eft and other contenders quickly chimed in with the lie that Herman Cain had brought new creative ideas to the campaign.
How patently absurd! All Herman Cain brought was a likability so very rare in a year that has given us a once and future front runner lacking in a very core of principles; a current frontrunner who will say or do anything to curry a few votes or a few million dolalrs in speaking fees; a brief frontrunner who couldn't tell Concord Mass from Concord NH, not to mention the differnce between John Wayne and John Wayne G the serial killer; and a swaggering Texas who was only too quick to denigrate those who disagreed with him as "heartless".
Yes, the one thing Herman Cain had was likability--forget that 9-9-9 crap--it wasn't going anywhere.
As quickly as you can say "13 year fling", the likability was gone.
Ah yes, Herman we hardly knew ye.
We wanted to fall in love with somebody, with anybody, but clearly not with somebody who couldn't tell the truth about a 43 year love affair (with his wife presumably) and a 13 year affair--does anybody really believe he didn't have sex with that woman for 13 years.
I knew Bill Clinton; he was a lying cheat but it didn't matter all that much.
With you, Herman it matters a great deal because all you ever had was likability.
We needed someone to like. After all, while I find Ron Paul extraordinarily likeable, I readily admit his level of irasible truthinesss is a tunroff to some.
We wanted to like you Herman, but alas we hardly knew ye!
Bless your tiny little heart!