Why does Mitt Romney appear tonight at CPAC? To carve a future
(monarchist) dynastic path to politics like Bush and Kennedy; a final
investment for his children, his friends and his aunties here in the
11th hour? Possibly because he can’t let go of the conviction that he is
not one of them, when he is not, and sadly, has never been. He has an
unearthly, spooky quality, says Noreen, my dental hygienist, among the
staunchest conservatives in New Hampshire. He lives here in New
Hampshire, kind of, but is among us and not of us. He governed
Massachusetts and was not one of them, while Gov. Bill Weld, New Yorker
Brahmin, fit in easily. He has tried to be so many things to so many
people — a Mormon pioneer and a westerner, a Midwestern industrialist
native son, a New England liberal — and has worn so many masks, that he
can no longer find his face. And now he is in a panic.
To merely surmise, he feels he can in his “rite of exit” from the political world prop up the Marco Rubio contention, for Rubio is now and always has been and wanted to be the Dan Quayle of our age. He is the immaculate manifestation of the imagining of a passing, geriatric generation which meets in their own reclusive revivalist tent. And there the “stale and moss-covered” visualize themselves again as young: Suppose we were not 66 now with bad knees and expanded prostates, but young, and Cuban too? And tragically for America, Bush the Second, venerable now and a storied painter of dogs, was one as well.