I found myself nodding off at 9 p.m. last night, so alas. However, part of me wanted to see the Trumpian margin of victory in Nevada. And it’s impressive — he got 46 percent. If this guy isn’t Mr. Inevitable at this point, I don’t know who is. Like Neil Steinberg, who pointed out the candidate’s astonishing (and underreported) use of the Gen. Pershing/pig’s blood libel, I am no longer even darkly amused. But this is our country, isn’t it?
So just in case you’re a GOP voter, and you’re looking at the second option on the menu, here’s a rather brutal profile of the guy running that show:
“Jeff Roe does not know the difference between fact and fiction,” said Joe Brazil, a county councilman in Missouri who unsuccessfully sued Mr. Roe for defamation after a 2006 blog post days before Mr. Brazil’s primary in a State Senate race.
The item focused on a sad event from Mr. Brazil’s youth, when, at 17, he killed a classmate in a dump-truck accident. Mr. Roe’s post suggested Mr. Brazil had consumed “quite a few beers.” But Mr. Brazil had not been drinking, the police said, and was not charged.
After watching coverage of the Iowa caucuses from his home in Augusta, Mo., Mr. Brazil said, he tried to reach the Carson campaign, hoping to offer a history lesson. “How could they be surprised?” he asked.
Don’t miss this detail, either:
Mr. Roe, who declined to be interviewed, was quick to establish a distinctive culture at Mr. Cruz’s headquarters in Houston. Top aides were required to move there. (Mr. Roe brought along his wife, Missy, the 2010 winner of the Mrs. Missouri United States pageant; their baby, Remington, named in part for the gun maker; and Mrs. Roe’s parents.)
I imagine Missy will be found soon, clutching the wheel of her car alongside a racing freeway, muttering to herself. Or maybe not. Maybe he chose the perfect better half. In which case Houston is totally her kind of town.
How bad it is: This guy is the “decent” one in the race. Was.
Jeb Lund is one of my favorite columnists working today, and I think he nails it here.
OK, time to put nose to grindstone. Freezing rain is pouring from the sky, and I’m out of bread, too. Wednesday! WOO.