Posted on | July 16, 2012 | 23 Comments
There is nothing — nothing — in politics that is less useful than pundits sitting around blathering about who the presidential nominee is going to choose as his running mate. Grant that most pundit blather about politics is fairly useless, and yet there is still a special place in Hell reserved for people who waste our valuable time playing the “veepstakes” game.
Nia-Malika Henderson of the Washington Post earns herself another million years of excrutiating torment in the afterlife for “Bobby Jindal’s Stock on the Rise,” the infernal hosts will inflict unimaginable pain on Jeff Zeleny of the New York Times for “Pawlenty Looked at as Romney Running Mate,” and Beelzebub is stockpiling extra brimstone in anticipation of the infinite horrors Alexander Bolton of The Hill has earned in recompense for imposing “John Thune rising: GOP senator on Romney’s veepstakes and his future” on mankind.
If you are tempted to click one of those links and actually read one of those worthless wastes of pixels, I urge you to resist that temptation. Reading “veepstakes” articles will destroy your soul. They are Satan’s snares, as are all cable-news veepstakes roundtable discussions, and the pundits who participate in them are all doomed to burn in the same circle of Hell as Tom Eagleton and Nelson Rockefeller.