Mitt Hands Ammo to Rick

(A brief discussion twixt Baer & Baer's editor, a.k.a. BE)

BE: Well, JB, I hope you notice my boy Rick is back in the thick, challenging in the South after a strong Super Tuesday showing and promising a fight to the finish.

JB: Yawn.

BE: Oh, yeah? What about that new ammo Mitt just handed Rick?

JB: You mean Mitt saying in Mississippi that "I like grits," the same way he said in Michigan that he likes cars?

BE: Correction: he "loves" cars. And don't forget trees that are "just the right height." But, no, I mean the statement from Mitt's campaign that it would take "some sort of act of God" for Santorum or Newt or anyone else to win the nomination.

JB: Uh-oh.

BE: Exactly. I'm sure you recall Santorum's wife Karen saying just two weeks ago that Rick's campaign is "God's will" and that "God has big plans for Rick."

JB: So now Mitt's calling out God?

BE: You betcha!

JB: So we'll see whether God prefers Mormons or Opus Dei Catholics?

BE: That looks like the matchup. Where's Torquemada when you need him?

JB: Well then I have to agree that Rick has an edge since Rick's the only candidate to my knowledge who spoke out against Satan or, as he calls the evil one, "The Father of Lies."

BE:  And, remember, Romney put his own dog on the roof of his station wagon for a 12-hour trip to Canada, and you know what dog spells backwards.

JB: Now I think you're reaching.

BE: Maybe so, but if God gets involved here He could make Rick, so to speak, walk on water.

JB: Stop it.

BE: He could make even the blind see that Rick's the one.

JB: Please stop.

BE: He could chase the money-changers from the temple in Tampa.

JB: Grrrr.

BE: That's what Mitt's dog said.