Let me finish tonight with this new Republican ticket: Romney-Ryan.
Sounds right. Very alliterative. Better than, you know…”Good and Pawlenty,” or “Wake-me-up-from-a-long-sleep…Romney…Portman.”
Doesn’t have quite the color of Romney-Rubio. Now that has some real cache, real café leche. Or Romney-Jindel — that’s got music to it, the aroma of a fresh beignet at the Café du Monde.
So it’s Romney-Ryan, somewhere in the middle between a “Hail Mary” and an over-the-middle flea flicker. But here’s the problem, and it’s showing up already. Romney picked a conviction politician and that, ladies and gentlemen, Romney is not.
Ryan believes in things. He’s a devotee of Ayn Rand — a believer in the individual out there on his or her own, a real individualist, and his budget shows it: pullbacks in spending on people in need, more incentives for people on the make, corporate tax cuts on top of Bush tax cuts with a big squeeze on the old, and the old and poor to pay for it. Ayn Rand would love it: less dependency, bigger rewards for the winners.








