("The Gusts of Gingrich")
He is not a young Cassius Clay,
filled with poetry, humor and a twinkle in his eye. He is not "The
Greatest", willing to stand up for his beliefs and fight the system, no
matter the personal cost.
He is not anti-establishment but only an aging bureaucrat, an insider cast aside by his own
long ago for his bad temper and bad vision.
He is not a butterfly. He
is not the mouth who roared. He struts and frets like the king of beasts
but in the end he is nothing more than a newt.
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