The Mittster’s not runnin’ the race after all.
I’m crushed I tell you. Simply crushed. I’m not sure what will lift my spirits out of the doldrum-like depths they have plummeted to upon reading this juicy tidbit of tidbits just a moment ago.
A presidential race without Mitt? How will we all manage?
Oh wait. I know.
We’ve got Jeb.
Good ol’ Jeb.
So just maybe my broken heart will not be hurtin’ for too much longer. The next year and a half could still end up being hilariously, annoyingly, disgustingly disgusting after all.