Don't Let The Screen Door Hit You on the Way Out, Rudy
I readily admit that, ever since we started this blog last summer, I have taken what can fairly be described as an unseemly amount of pleasure in the collapse of Rudy Giuliani's presidential campaign. (See here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here.) There are many reasons for this, chief among them that I don't think nominating a war-mongering, pro-abortion, pro-torture, cynical candidate would serve the GOP or the nation well. Plus it's nice to make a big deal of the fact that, for once, one of my politicial predictions has panned out. (I never thought Rudy could win, even when the polls said otherwise.) So, both my sense of national well-being and my ego are gratified by Rudy's dropping out of the race today -- not having won a single state along the way.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye, Rudy. As a resident of New York in the mid-90s, I can say you were a fine mayor, and the nation thanks you for your leadership on 9/11. But you would have made for a disastrous president, and it's a testament to Republican voters' good sense that they recognized this.
Anyway, don't blame your advisers for this defeat, Rudy. It wasn't your campaign strategy that cost you this election, it was, well ... you.
Plus, it didn't help when God came out against your campaign ...