This is the kind of bloodless, antiseptic, dead-eyed smiling, Mr. Perfect Senate candidate that we want to represent us.
We can be sure that this man will not let us down by using the wrong fork at the very expensive luncheons where the lobbyists will giving out their instructions about what is good for America. There is no danger that he will suddenly wax enthusiastic about Battlestar Galatica, or the Lord of the Rings. He did not grope the girl at the frat party, that one time, even though he really thought she wanted him to, because his career might have been jeopardized if she had, you know, not wanted him to. He goes to a church, sure, but it is a nice normal one with a Rainbow flag out front and not too much Jesus-talk or hand-clapping. He does not have a Metallica tattoo on his left pectoral.
He is not OUR Witch, and he never will be.