Willard beat the Prince of Dork-ness in the Illinois primary, and the Republican flea circus continues to look like a slug on a Texas patio, inching along and leaving a slime trail behind. At this point, my interest in the race is limited: I'm waiting to see if the eventual winner has been mortally wounded during the process. There's no doubt in my mind that Willard no longer has the image of the White Knight of Strength and Virtue he seemed to have late last year, and his opponents aren't finished with him yet.
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