The campaign said today that it will soon launch a “Pets With Newt” site aimed at Gingrich’s love for animals, intended to show a “lighter side” of the candidate. “As speaker I made it possible for people in public housing to keep their pets in 1988. I love pets so we’re going to have an entire project,” Gingrich said.
But the very next sentence brings the inevitable, gob-smacking kicker:
Gingrich doesn’t have any pets at this time,
That’s okay, Newt. Reality doesn’t matter. If America can buy a Yale-educated cheerleader as a brush-clearing cattle rancher, it can accept you as someone who might conceivably some time down the road and after extensive discussions with Calista own a pet.
Perhaps a ferret?