Paul Ryan is this year’s conservative golden boy. He’s a blue-collar raised, young gun, budgetary pen wielding, economic whiz kid who’s not afraid of a little hard work, has a family at home and a — as politicians go, anyway — squeaky clean record. He’s not even hard on the eyes, and he’s a hunter, which is always a bonus. Because, you know, we conservatives like that kind of thing.
In fact, save a little brown skin, he’s got everything the GOP needs — and they know it. Nothing’s fair in love and war and nothing’s an accident in politics.
Romney is an old, rich, out of touch, white guy who has the sense of humor of a rock, a political career that’s operated under the guise of being Republican but certainly not conservative, and a bad rap with people who don’t think dogs belong on top of cars — which is pretty much everyone.
And now, while the two pairing up certainly can’t hurt Romney, it’s entirely unclear what such a close affiliation with America’s newest presidential booby prize will really accomplish for Paul Ryan. While the seven-term Wisconsin congressman has the potential to win the Oval Office for Mitt, I’m inclined to believe Mitt has an even better chance of ruining Paul’s career before it has a chance to toddle off to Capitol Hill’s equivalent of eighth grade. And that? Is a crying shame.