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Gail Collins takes a last swipe at Mittens as he exits. Right?

Mitt Quits Again. Probably.

Collins has always had the ability to hone right in on Mitt's weak spots.

It is almost like animal cruelty.

She cannot help tease the guy in the cage.

What cage? The ego cage, the Mormon cage, the other restraints that hold Mitt back from being an open, genuine, whole healthy man.

He lives in a straight jacket. Just watching him, which I no longer do, makes me want to loosen my collar.

He stutters, stammers, backs up, tries again and smiles. Goddam how he smiles. That fake condescending smirk of the little squirt who knocks at your door selling The Book.

I just do not know where to start. Mitt's past due date passed decades ago. Or maybe before he ever began running for office.

Mitt suffers from the disease of privilege. His Dad, George Romney, a self made man, sort of, ran an auto company badly. Ran it into the ground.

I will miss Mitt. But I also somehow believe it is not the end. That that ever overflowing ego will find some need, some time, to emerge again.

Put the smile in the closet Mitt along with the bad suits.

Don't throw any of them out. The GOoPers are probably going to need another man on a white horse sometime in the future and you are still a youngish savior.

Look.

He got two successive items in this blog! I will miss him. Sorta.

But the ability of the Republicans to vomit up another mockable candidate is probably infinite. An endless source of fun.

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