Over the weekend, The Washington Post profiled a post-election Mitt Romney. The picture, according to friends and associates, is of a man who—for the first time in his life—is aimless:
Gone are the minute-by-minute schedules and the swarm of Secret Service agents. There’s no aide to make his peanut-butter-and-honey sandwiches. Romney hangs around the house, sometimes alone, pecking away at his iPad and e-mailing his CEO buddies who have been swooping in and out of La Jolla to visit. […]
Four weeks after losing a presidential election he was convinced he would win, Romney’s rapid retreat into seclusion has been marked by repressed emotions, second-guessing and, perhaps for the first time in the overachiever’s adult life, sustained boredom, according to interviews with more than a dozen of Romney’s closest friends and advisers.
One is inclined to feel sorry for the guy, until you remember that he ran a campaign that combined a narrow economic message—America should be grateful to the job creators—with tangible disdain for large swaths of people, from undocumented immigrants and single women, to African Americans, gays, and lesbians.
If Romney had run a more inclusive campaign—one that didn’t dismiss half the country as “takers”—then maybe he’d be measuring the drapes in the Oval Office and not figuring out what to do with his downtime in La Jolla.