Well, that was inevitable, wasn’t it?
Rick Santorum finally gave up on his presidential ambitions today. It was clearly the right decision to make, for a number of reasons political and of course quite terribly personal. On a political level, he proved to all of us that he simply isn’t Presidential material—even if his policies weren’t straight out of the eighteenth century, he showed he lacks the intellectual capacity for the job, and then there’s the little matter of his temperment. Personally, I don’t want someone in the Oval Office who’d slam down the phone on Vladimir Putin and then reach for the nuclear football. I don’t trust him. He’d do it and then blame it on God’s will, the way Dubya justified the invasion of Iraq. God’s will. Not my mistake, see.
Then there’s the personal side, his daughter Bella. She’s of course a very sick little girl, and Santorum made this decision in part because he and his wife know quite well their daughter’s time on this earth will not be long. Running for President was not the safe thing for him to do, but getting out now definitely is. Now he and his wife can devote more time to being with Bella. That’s a good thing. Now he can sit back and watch Obama eviscerate Mitt Romney, which will absolutely happen.