Can of worms.
I'd be surprised to learn Paul and Romney shook hands in a green room somewhere. (EDIT: meaning shook hands to seal a deal.) However, I revert (counting coup) to a position I took back around Iowa Caucus time when Michele and the others floated the notion that Paul would become a third-party candidate and thus guarantee a second Obama term. I wrote that it would not happen for a number of reasons, including his desire to keep Rand positioned for greater things in the GOP. I'm sure his personal agenda still includes a mighty desire to make his son White-House viable in '16 or beyond.
Paul's alleged kid-gloves treatment of Romney could rest on this premise: "Santorum will NOT become president. Romney MIGHT, though the odds are long. Therefore a non-aggression pact -- however tacit and muted -- with Romney is more likely to keep the Paul family name burnished in Republican circles."
One of the flaws in my reasoning is its assumption that a Romney who loses to Obama would continue to wield useful power in the party. He might or might not. It depends on how well he can hang on to his support from Wall Street -- the debt industry, the Republican "Establishment" -- after failing to oust Obama.
More immediately, the Romney perspective by now must include the possibility of a brokered convention where even a handful of Paul delegates could be decisive. There's no reason for Mitt to further anger anti-statist thinkers and activists prior to the convention, however much he might fear and detest them. Strange bedfellows, etc.
Even more immediately, analysis of this race won't be any easier after Michigan and Arizona. Absent a large surprise, we won't know a Hell of a lot more about the relative Romney/Santorum prospects than we do now.
Aside: Rand's comment that he'd be honored to be asked to serve as No. 2 to Romney was stupid.
Elsewhere in the septic tank, Obama probably will win, but he's on thin ice. He might, therefore, determine it politically unwise to bomb Iran and Syria -- and shit, for all I know, another sandy draft choice or two to be named later -- before the second week of November. (What, a closet Muslim bombing professing Muslims! Why not? Muslims have been killing one another centuries. :) )
So have Christians, come to think of it. Maybe others, too, but I'm not too hip on the history of the Buddhist wars.
I almost certainly won't go to Tampa. ... but my contacts in the RNC and among the campaigns are by now non-existent, so I couldn't get close enough to the real decision making processes to even hear them clearly. Why spend three or four thousand or more to mingle with varnished hair and Florsheim wingtips? The better part of wisdom is knowing when one has transitioned from barely-was to complete has-been. Too, my resolve to avoid crowds larger than 50,000 people remains intact.
Winter is making a last gasp in your old home land. We're facing a few days of general sky dumps -- snow, sleet, rain, but the long-range forecasters are beginning to remark on the growing power of the sun to usher in our annual hemi-global warming. Bring it on. I'm tired of wearing socks. I want to go out in the fields and shoot dirt clods. I want to launch the canoe and sneak up on yellow fluffy goslings for photographic purposes. I want to sit on my dock and catch three perch for lunch. When all this occurs I'm afraid you'll have to stand in for me as chief watch dog of the peoples' liberties.
... has just become a National Merit Scholar, a finalist. He's applying to the ... where he hopes to learn enough physics to explain the cosmos to Stephen Hawking. :)
(This might be stripped of some of the personal content and blogged; don't feel ambitious enough to try to dream up original content)