My legion of fans (I think there actually are 10 of them) will remember this post, in which I expressed my support for Fred Thompson’s then-undeclared run for the Presidency.  It pains me to say this, but I am beginning to doubt my past endorsement.  Having been withdrawn from any loop for some months now, I can only imaging how quiet the excited community has likely become.  After a four-month frenzied push to present him with a market, many of us are wondering how unfamiliar with Fred we really were.

We wanted the reassuring gravity Fred injected into his acting roles, the comfort with which he stood alone on the senate floor, and the confidence that compelled him to run.  We wanted a president able to speak his mind, not carefully worded talking points censored by greasy advisors.  I’m not convinced that we got anything close.  

Of course, he still has time to salvage a victory.  There’s no evidence that his acumen is flawed, nor has he blundered himself into campaign hell.  If he is simply “finding his campaign legs”, a quick scrotum-check and pimp’s backhand to his staff would put him solidly back in the game.  But I’m not holding my breath.  If he’s too weak to prevent his “experts” from painting over his polish, I don’t see how he’ll have the strength to recognize, admit, and correct the error.

Mr. Thompson, if you’re reading this, could you find it within yourself to do me a favor?  Spare me the tease…either man up or stop wasting our time.  We’ve got better things to do (like prepare for Clinton pt. Deux) than watch you melt.