Whither Teh Ferd?
Before the South Carolina primary, I thought Fred Thompson was the best candidate for President of the United States. I still think that today. I imagine I'll still think that on January 20, 2009, when the next president takes office.
For that reason, I'd like to see him stay in. He's a great advocate for clear conservative principles. He's not just smarter than the other candidates, I think he's deeper, and, hey, I like him better. None of that has changed. For what little it's worth, he'll have my full support as long as he's running.
I know Fred's a careful man with a better idea of his situation than I have, though, so if he decides to withdraw and throw his support to Mitt Romney, with an understanding that his name will probably appear under Romney's on the GOP ticket, I would be disappointed but could still support such a ticket with some enthusiasm.
If Fred decides to get out and endorses John McCain, well, as much as I admire Fred, I'm not going over there with him. My negative reactions to John McCain are such that a McCain-Thompson ticket just can't make up for it.
I'm quite aware of the strategic implications of Fred staying in. And I just don't care. He's my guy, I support him, and I'll continue to do so. I had hoped Duncan Hunter would stay in, too, even though he was probably taking a few votes away from Fred, because I like Hunter and I like his message. And that's really about all I need to think about it. I don't take myself so seriously to think "wow, events demand that I change my preferred candidate".
I'm very interested in the candidates themselves, their personalities, their policies, and especially their principles and character. But I'll confess right now, at the risk of being disbarred from political blogging, that amateur--even professional--electoral gamesmanship bores the hell out of me. (You know when the last time I went to Real Clear Politics was? The 2006 election.) There's a surfeit of internet quarterbacks out there trying to call the plays. I think it's like modeling global warming; there's eight million known variables out there and an unknown number of Rumsfeldian unknown unknowns on top of that. What's that, you say Farkins County, Delaware hasn't budgeted for road salt, making it difficult for senior citizens waiting for the sleet to melt to get down Farm-to-Market Road 47 and vote for McCain and still make it to the early bird special at the Golden Corral, so they'll stay home watching the History Channel and it's probably going to break for Huckabee? Well, doodley doodle doo. My eyes glaze over, and I go read about jihadists getting blown up, or the weather.
But more importantly, I'm just not going to call for people I admire and respect and agree with to get out of the race. I'm not even going to call for people I don't like to get out of the race. I get combative when pundits say things like "Conservatism (or the future of the GOP, or whatever high hobby horse they're riding) demands that candidate X get out right now!" Dude, get over yourself. I'd love it if Huckabee and Ron Paul were to hang it up tomorrow, but I'm not going to waste my breath issuing proclamations and demands and fatwas about it.
It boils down to this: I'm glad we have some good men like Thompson and Hunter running and I wish them every success. I want to hear and see more of them, and I want America to hear their ideas. And I'd like Fred Thompson to be President. That's not looking likely today, but it will be less likely if he drops out, now won't it?











