Settled.
Polistra
has been wanting to support Sam Brownback for a while.
The deal is sealed now.
[Unless and until Newt gets serious, that is. Newt is unquestionably the best of the available politicians, but he's still not clear about his intention to run.]
Brownback's recent
defense of Gen. Peter Pace for speaking his mind is the threshold point, the snap that turned on the light.
Geography certainly plays a part in this. Polistra, like most Kaw Valley natives, has a Vermontish streak of rock-ribbed reticence, left over from
those early Abolitionists who settled the area.
"Say what needs to be said, and then hush."
Brownback seems to have the same quality. When something needs to be said, he doesn't worry about the taboos of the time, and doesn't care if he sounds grumpy about a subject that deserves grumpiness.
He also carries the spirit of those Abolitionists quite directly and effectively into the modern era, in places like
North Korea and Africa where plain old-fashioned slavery is still thriving.
He comes off well in comparison to Romney, whose response to Pace's clarity is a typical modern wet blanket: "In a governmental setting, the right way to go is to show more of an outpouring of tolerance."
No, Mitt, no. In wartime we can't afford an outpouring of tolerance. We can't afford mushiness and softness of mind and soul. We didn't win WW2 by outpouring tolerance. We won WW2 by outpouring rock-hard certainty along with the bombs and bullets.
We need a house built of stone.