Trouble’s brewing in River City and it starts with a capital R.
Paul Ryan has gone rogue. He is unleashed, unchained, off the hook.
“I hate to say this, but if Ryan wants to run for national office again, he’ll probably have to wash the stench of Romney off of him,” Craig Robinson, a former political director of the Republican Party of Iowa, told The New York Times on Sunday.
Coming from a resident of Iowa, a state where people are polite even to soybeans, this was a powerful condemnation of the Republican nominee.
Though Ryan had already decided to distance himself from the floundering Romney campaign, he now feels totally uninhibited. Reportedly, he has been marching around his campaign bus, saying things like, “If Stench calls, take a message” and “Tell Stench I’m having finger sandwiches with Peggy Noonan and will text him later.
The wheels are falling off the Romney bus as the campaign flounders from one disastrous week to another. It’s gotten so bad that I’m actually starting to feel sorry for Mitt. Check out this clip from a campaign stop yesterday where the crowds chant, “Ryan! Ryan!”, which has Romney embarrassing himself in the most pathetic of ways.
When Romney feels forced to inform the crowds whose at the top of the ticket, well, he better start hoping that the GOP’s voter suppression effort pays off because he doesn’t have much else going his way.
This tidbit from the Politico piece made me smile as it gives greater relevance to an illustration I created last week.
Dan Senor, one of Romney’s closest advisers, has kept a tight grip on Ryan, traveling with him everywhere and making sure he hews to the directions of the Romney “brain trust” in Boston. (A brain trust, rumor has it, that refers to Ryan as “Gilligan.”)
Even the lyrics from the Gilligan’s Island theme song applies to some degree.
Just sit right back
And you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip,
So this is the tale of our castaways,
They’re here for a long long time.
They’ll have to make the best of things,
It’s an uphill climb.
So join us here each week my friends,
You’re sure to get a smile,
From seven stranded castaways
Here on Gilligan’s Isle!
Hey, just got an idea. Let’s have a little contest. Adapt the Gilligan lyrics to the Romney/Ryan fiasco. A minimum of eight lines is required. First prize will be a personalized illustration of yourself or anyone of your choosing in the style of the iconic Obama ‘Hope’ illustration. You can find the lyrics to Gilligan’s Island here.
Feel free to share the contest with family and friends. If it turns out well, we might have regular contests of this type. So get the creative juices flowing and show us what you come up with.
Also, if you have ideas for political illustrations, send ‘em over. If I use it, a personalized illustration or photo enhancement is your gift from me. The Willard illustration above was suggested by our one and only, E.A. Blair. He receives a personalized illustration.