Au revoir, Herman. It was a grand joke while it lasted

Ya gotta feel just a little sorry for Herman Cain. After all, the fella just wanted to sell a few books, maybe score a gig as a talking head opining on a buncha things he knew nothing about and maybe squeeze a little forbidden fruit on the side.

Betcha his pizza to your dollars he no more believed the preposterous notion that he would be elected President of the US than anyone in their right minds ever did.

Now look what happened.  An ill wind has cast him as Captain on The Ship of Fools where the price of passage was that he display his less than lily white undies. He had to have a kitchen pow-wow with the Missus, with whom he probably hasn’t had a truthful conversation since the day before they married and now she's in full throated Caine mutiny; his kids get to roll their eyes and look at him sideways every time he tries to drop a dollop of fatherly advice on them, the mistress is gonzo, and his book is headed straight to Remainderville. 
Oh well.  There’s always the Fox gig where he gets to wear a microphone and try to steer a logical thought from his brain pan to his mouth – at least until Rick Perry turns up in the audition room.

December 3, 2011