Blogger, pundit and would-be political boss Erick Erickson is having himself quite a week. Yesterday he presumed to lecture the president of the United States on the obvious, everybody-gets-it, biblical proclamation favoring a ban on abortion (yes, folks, this is saracasm). Today he proclaimed himself superior to the entire Republican presidential field, and said he’d endorse the Sweet Meteor of Death before he’d back any of those losers. He went on to express hopes for a brokered convention that would produce a different nominee. Sorry, Erick, that ain’t happening.
Erickson is basically conducting a slow-motion hissy fit because his guy, Rick Perry (who did a lot for Erickson’s ego by announcing his candidacy in a red-meat-filled speech to a Red State gathering in SC) self-destructed. Now he gets to enjoy sniping at the field from his perch as an ideological commissar before getting back to the serious work of hurling rhetorical lightning bolts at the president in his patented self-satisfied manner.
In a way, he really is faithfully representing his constituency. No matter how hard Republicans tack right, it’s never, ever enough.
