Jonah Goldberg, broken clock
Even the Doughy Pantload hits the mark, once in a while. From today’s Freudian projection column in the Los Angeles Times:
What Americans really want when they look into a politician’s eyes is to see their own images reflected back, like in Narcissus’ pool. The presidency in particular has become the highest ground in the culture war. Americans want a candidate who validates them personally. “I’m voting for him because he’s a hunter like me.” “I’m backing voting for her because she’s a woman too.” “I’m for that guy because he’s angry like me.”
If you think about this, it makes sense — at least with respect to the Pantload himself. When Jonah voted for George Bush, he no doubt said, “I’m for the incompetent, intellectually moribund son of a privileged family, who was handed every job he ever had (and for which he was wholly unfit) through a lethal combination of nepotism, family name, and his parents’ connections — because he’s just like me!”
Jonah Goldberg, narcissist.
It’s too bad Huckabee lost all that weight: we’d know who Jonah was backing.