Bush & Company

Newt lives in the moment. What he said yesterday is irrelevant.

The latest anti-Romney frontrunner is a bogus intellectual who puts forth scattered, inflated and unworkable ideas; a professional scam artist who hawks his former speakership to make millions for access to his influence and celebrity, though reprimanded , then forced out of the House, for lying. Fundraising for his "foundations" and his "campaign" makes possible the purchase of a pair of Jean Schlumberger earrings at $22,000, a Victorian graduated diamond necklace at $45,000 for his third wife Callista, with other valuables, as well as lavish vacations and more.

He explains he was paid by the Freddie Mac mortgage company up to $1.8 million in strategic consulting fees as an "historian," yet what he did was what lobbyists do. "I never lobbied," he insists.

One might ask, when will his wild ride be over?

The Newtster's an erratic man,
Disorderly, without a plan;
He should be as surprised as we
He's suddenly taken seriously

By voters fickle as can be,
Forgetful, too, don't they recall
His previous ignominious fall?
Puffed up with self, wealth is his aim;

For every mess he blames the press,
Though self-imposed, his fall from grace;
Pretending that he's in the race,
His flipflops, meantime, don't grow less.

As president, he's more unfit
Than is his fellow waffler Mitt.
He'll self-destruct, he'll never last;
His half-remembered face and name,

But relics of a shoddy past.