Even as the networks declared Mr. Obama the winner, Mr. Romney, who had earlier told reporters he had written only a victory speech, paused before the walk downstairs from his hotel room in Boston. It was 11:30 p.m., and Romney field teams in Ohio, Virginia and Florida called in, saying the race was too close for the candidate to give up. At least four planes were ready to go, and aides had bags packed for recount battles in narrowly divided states. Bob White, a close Romney friend and adviser, was prepared to tell the waiting crowd that Mr. Romney would not yet concede.
But then, Mr. Romney quietly decided it was over. “It’s not going to happen,” he said.
As Ann Romney cried softly, he headed down to deliver his speech, ending his second, and presumably last, bid for the White House. Four decades earlier, his father and inspiration, George Romney, a former Michigan governor failed in his own such quest.
Not much to say, I am pleased as punch about the result — it’ll be nice if the President keeps Florida, but whatevs. I developed such a dislike of the Romneys in the last 45 days of the campaign that I was sweating out this race in a very personal way — probably not since Clinton’s first race.
Hopefully, now that the race is over, we will never again hear from the “I want to punch the President in the face” Romney Jr and “Stop being so mean to my husband” Romney Mrs. or the “you freeloaders who want free stuff, get off my yacht” man himself. Shudder.
I’m also glad that the coo-coo for rape n stuffs candidates lost their Senate bids — unbelievable to me that Akin is on a congressional science committee but doesn’t seem to grasp simple facts of human biology. Sigh.
Also, um, can we go back to ignoring Bill Clinton please? It had been SUCH a quiet three and a half years.
And now Sprockets… we dance…