Alright now, enough, it's time to put things back in perspective. John McCain won the South Carolina primary because he worked hard at it. Now it's time for the other candidates to work just as hard to make sure he his defeated in his attempt to become the Republican Party nominee. McCain's victory wasn't that hard to predict, he lost there eight years ago in a tightly contested race with George W. Bush largely because he didn't work as hard as Bush did to get out his voters. When he came back to South Carolina this year he wanted revenge and vindication.
The next state to hold a primary is Florida. McCain can be stopped if he suffers a third or fourth place finish. Rudy Giuliani needs this win in Florida to stay in the race. Mitt Romney has more wins and more delegates than McCain and one more major win by Romney will have a devastating effect on McCain's ability to raise money. The independents and democrats are turning out to vote for McCain so now the Republicans have to get the base out to vote for Giuliani or Romney in Florida to put a stop to this "disaster express" because if McCain wins the nomination it's " Sig heil Clinton" and you all know it even if you don't want to admit it. It's truth time.
Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough riders had to overcome withering fire from superior weapons and the better tactical advantage of the Spanish on the high ground. We must use the same type of tenaciousness and resolve to overcome what looks like now the fracturing of the GOP by a power mad, ill tempered, unsuitable and utterly contemptuous candidate. Please, Republican primary voters in Florida, vote for Mitt Romney, he's the only one that can bring this party together to defeat the Clintons and bring this country back to fiscal responsibility and keep it secure too.
To fight aloud, is very brave
To fight aloud, is very brave --
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Cavalry of Woe --
Who win, and nations do not see --
Who fall -- and none observe --
Whose dying eyes, no Country
Regards with patriot love --
We trust, in plumed procession
For such, the Angels go --
Rank after Rank, with even feet --
And Uniforms of Snow.