Poor Newt. He's at the end of his rope. He somehow wangled a third marriage in the Roman Church, all having been forgotten (or at least annulled, or taken care of through indulgences), and now becomes as much a prisoner of the midlife conversion that led to his faith swapping in the first place. Apparently, the campaign has been run (at least in her own pretty little head) by Mrs. Newtie, one of those trophy wives who wants to be much, much more, a properly Repub blonde who chose a Greek Isles tour over hand shaking and baby kissing in the good ol' U. S. of A. I wonder, in one of those Greek isles did anyone tell him to story of Achilles, about his heel. Everyone has one; that was the point. Could Mrs. Newtie be the Grinch's? I want to be around when this egomaniac in professorial garb gets his comeuppance. He helped as much as anyone to put us in the economic situation we are in now, and he had book deals years ago that got him into ethics investigations causing his departure as Speaker. Sadly, the electorate has about a 15 minute attention span.