And in my own bouncing around between Republican presidential hopefuls, searching for the candidate I can believe in - the person who must beat Obama - I looked long and hard and deep into Newt Gingrich. For a period of a few days, I even thought he might truly be a changed man. Then I looked deeper. When I laid it all out, a disturbing pattern emerged: Newt's obsession with himself and his insatiable appetite cloud his view of what is right and what is wrong. He is a genius - smart enough to understand the basic truth that freedom works. But he is so hyperactive, so hyper hungry in every way that when he wants something he can justify his actions, change the argument, and control the conversation. In Newt's mind, the rules don't really apply to him when he's busy doing "good" for so many - whether they are conservative principles that must be abandoned or wives that must be betrayed.
My disdain for the liberal media does not blind me to the facts that the would-be-King is naked as a jaybird.
If you have a record of repeated infidelity, of serial womanizing, of ethics violations, of making a buck (or a few million of them) off the demise of our housing economy, you don't get to be president. If you force workers out of jobs and destroy local economies as a champion of the Endangered Species Act, or usher in the largest government program since the Great Society through a prescription drug debacle, or destroy the free-market system within the energy industry through mandating ethanol usage, you don't get to be president.
Don't get me wrong - the thought of a milquetoast, moderate mushy diet of Mitt Romney makes my stomach queasy. And he's not getting my vote either.
Read my previous column and you'll find out why the best choice has always been right under our nose - why I have come to the conclusion that Rick Santorum is the man who should be president.
In the meantime, regardless of who you choose to support, don't let your hate of the media blind you to the fact that the "Emperor" is naked.