Perhaps I’m just sleep-deprived, but I’m not kidding, folks, I started reading Robert Costa’s National Review piece making the case for John Thune as Mitt Romney’s running-mate, and my eyelids drooped and my head nearly crashed right down onto the keyboard.
It probably didn’t help that Costa’s case for Thune wasn’t exactly stirring: He’s “lanky and telegenic.” He’s “the son of a school-teacher and the grandson of a hardware store owner.” His state is sorta kinda near the Rust Belt battleground area. He’s a “devout Christian.” His wife isn’t entirely opposed to his going onto the ticket. He’s friends with Mitch McConnell. How much excitement can you stand?
Some say Romney is so confident of victory that he’s looking for the “best qualified to be president” hopeful, which is what every nominee since Andrew Jackson has claimed he was looking for. Others say he’s terrified of the Palin precedent, and/or doesn’t want to make the Veepship a test of strength among the GOP’s various factions, and thus prefers someone as anodyne as possible. Either way, Thune, who probably does not leave an impression on his own bed when he arises in the morning, might fill the bill. But I’ll save reading the next profile of the man until a moment when I can use and afford a nap.
