The Devil Made Me Do It

Am I the only one out there that saw the unbelievable hypocrisy and even irony in Newt Gingrich’s opening response at last night’s Republican debate?

Now that I’ve calmed myself a bit (I know you shouldn’t discipline your kids in anger, and I figure it’s probably a good idea not to blog in anger, too—although I feel a little like I am chastising a childish kid in this one), I have to say how even more thoroughly disgusted I am with that man.

I'm sorry, but Newt and Callista can’t be in the White House—she had a six year affair with Newt, not only while he was married, but while he was leading the charge against Bill Clinton for the Monica Lewinsky scandal! I know, I know, Clinton was impeached for lying, not for adultery itself, but just because Gingrich wasn’t under oath doesn’t make him any less of a lying creep.

I whole-heartedly believe in the power of forgiveness and repentance. I do. I am eternally grateful to my Savior. And for all I know, the Gingriches may be living clean and Christian lives now. But how can any woman, or any man for that matter, go out and vote for him after listening to him turn the blame around and call the media “destructive, vicious, negative," and never concede that his own behavior, his affairs, are what are so destructive, vicious, and negative. He even had the gall to warn the media, "Don’t try to blame somebody else.”

Either our society has become so kind and forgiving, or it has become so morally bankrupt that we can brush all Newt’s lies and hypocrisy and “indiscretions” aside and consider him for the office of what should be the position of the greatest trust and integrity and importance in the entire political world.

I think all people should have the benefit of repentance and forgiveness. But there should be something special about the office of the President of the United States of America. That person represents our nation and all that we believe in and hold dear. The whole world looks to the President, and their spouse.

I want someone who can represent all that’s good about America, someone who embodies not only great patriotism, but firm faith, strong families, moral fortitude, and good old-fashioned leadership. I want someone who can represent me as an American. Someone who, not only the world can look to, but that my own children can hold as a role model and hero.

Well, you got my rants and raves. If you want a little more restrained and professional comments, you'll have to check my Moms for Mitt post. But don't blame me if it makes you want to scream!