From this morning’s Jolt:

He Was Rob-bed
Rob Simmons — the guy I would have preferred to see be the next senator from Connecticut — tells NRO that Linda McMahon can’t win. Apparently Simmons had second thoughts about his comments, and told Politico that he regretted saying what he said, and that it was “harsh.” He also complains about how it was characterized, and Rob Costa politely tells him that when you give straightforward answers to straightforward questions, you’re going to get quoted straightforwardly.
The exchange prompts a commenter at the lefty Swing State Project to ask, “Does Simmons have any campaign debt? If he does, I want to contribute. We should seriously be rewarding Republicans who speak out like this. Besides the electoral benefits this kind of story gives us, it’s also wonderful to see that some Republicans still have a little bit of humanity and decency.” Another commenter responds, “No, the pre-convention filing (5/1) said he still had $1 million on hand and only a couple thousand dollars in debt.”
Can anybody really begrudge Rob Simmons a bitter word or two? He’s the only guy in the primary who has actually been in office before, has a sterling resume, is an actual Vietnam veteran with two bronze stars, and the Connecticut Republican party convention prefers McMahon.
There’s probably a WWE fan or two in the readership of this e-mail, so they may prefer to skip this paragraph. But for all the grief that conservatives give Hollywood, professional wrestling has turned into a twisted parody of the entertainment industry’s worst traits. If you wanted to assemble a perfect conglomeration of the types of entertainment that would make Tipper Gore, Michael Medved, Bill Bennett and Bill Cosby have night terrors, you would end up with professional wrestling: There’s the simple storylines and acting that make the mannerisms on Mexican tele-novelas look subtle, the gloating and chest-thumping that makes most gangster rappers look humble; the crude sexualization of women; the attire one step removed from pornography, and, of course, the fact that it’s now not a sport or contest of strength but about hitting each other over the head with folding chairs and such. Simmons notes their use of a mentally-handicapped character. (I can hear it now: “Go back to Masterpiece Theater, you inside-the-Beltway elitist!” I don’t fit most definitions of snob; the campfire scene in Blazing Saddles still makes me giggle.)
Sure, WWE is wildly popular; we’ll see if those fans vote. There are about 16 million reasons Linda McMahon is going to be the Republican nominee, and the hopes for the GOP in that state rest upon voters ignoring the product she created for the past 30 years and feeling more upset about Richard Blumenthal and Vietnam.
And this morning, Quinnipiac informs us: “Connecticut Attorney General Richard Blumenthal leads former wrestling executive Linda McMahon 56 – 31 percent in the U.S. Senate race and tops the Republican candidate by large margins on every character measure, according to a Quinnipiac University poll released today. “
Believe me, Rob Simmons, you don’t have to apologize for griping about McMahon.