Michael Calderone, writing in the Huffington Post, asked Newt Gingrich’s press secretary Rick Tyler about media coverage of Gingrich this past week. He received a response that was measured, balanced, precise in its argumentation, and winsome. Here is Tyler’s reply:
The literati sent out their minions to do their bidding. Washington cannot tolerate threats from outsiders who might disrupt their comfortable world. The firefight started when the cowardly sensed weakness. They fired timidly at first, then the sheep not wanting to be dropped from the establishment’s cocktail party invite list unloaded their entire clip, firing without taking aim their distortions and falsehoods. Now they are left exposed by their bylines and handles. But surely they had killed him off. This is the way it always worked. A lesser person could not have survived the first few minutes of the onslaught. But out of the billowing smoke and dust of tweets and trivia emerged Gingrich, once again ready to lead those who won’t be intimated by the political elite and are ready to take on the challenges America faces.
So Newt Gingrich isn’t a presidential candidate after all; it turns out he’s really a modern-day Prince Valiant, emerging from billowing smoke and the dust of tweets and trivia wielding his Singing Sword, ready to lead the intrepid masses against cowardly Georgetown cocktail partiers. It has the makings of an epic, world-historic, never-before-seen clash. But it also has the makings of a failed presidential bid.