So that wimpette Santorum has tossed in the towelette, after all the other mini-nonromneys had sheepishly shuffled off the stage.
All … except one.
The tall. The true.
None other than the celebrated Azawadi Minister of Tourism, Murphy’s drinking-buddy, breaker of lances against all things Nominalist … Dr J.
I declared my candidacy here,
and have never retracted it.