So after last night, the Obama rage machine was in full effect, bringing these Samuel Butler lines from Hudibras to mind:
You wound, like Parthians, while you fly,
And kill with a retreating eye.
Only this time, it wasn't a kill. It was more of a tantrum.
If you need any further evidence of Obama's morale collapse today, look no further than his Denver rally speech. Small, defensive and ugly...even though he was back in the soft embrace and cool glow of the teleprompter. One fairly liberal reporter there today emailed me, "I used to write off you guys making TelePrompTer jokes, but the contrast..."
The response to last night's epic beatdown was a pathetic farrago of excuses, rationalizations, binge drinking (oh, I hear things), fantasyland bank-shot reasoning of why Obama meant to tank it and finally -- hilariously -- Dr. Albert Von Gore's spin that it was altitude sickness.
Mitt Romney hasn't won two days in a row in weeks. Something's happening, and you can see it in Obama's face. Last night's win was remarkable. The flailing of Obama's campaign today is moreso.