Update: By the way, you really should read this essay by James Wolcott in full. Here is a taste:
… these guys and gals [the republicans], they bought their own belligerent b.s. and constructed a Close Encounters scale mountain out of it, believing what the three R’s–Rush Limbaugh, Fox News chieftain Roger Ailes, and Karl Rove–had been telling to the exclusion of all evidence to the contrary. Once you reject science, global warming, the whole bit, why should you concern your furry little mind with poll numbers, especially when they’re being romanced by metrosexuals like Nate Silver? Everyone knows the pollsters just make things up, like Sarah Palin’s “Lame Stream Media,” in fact the two are in cahoots, and wasn’t Reagan 108 percentage points behind Carter when he ran, and look what happened, he not only defeated Mr. Peanut but led the wagon train across the great west into the sunset, which is why he’s revered today, the Margaret Thatcher of dungarees.
Well, not only was Obama reelected when the likes of Robert Stacy McCain, Michael Barone, Karl Rove, Dick Morris, Hugh Hewitt, and other caramels were insisting Romney had it locked, but the Senate races were even more of a rout for the Republicans, with the rapey-mouthed Todd Akin and Richard Mourdock losing and Elizabeth Warren knocking off Scott Brown, who might have prevailed had he not bought so many of his campaign tactics from the Jerk Store.
After every defeat of magnitude, a scouting party is immediately sent out to find scapegoats, and, having exhausted all of their scapegoat candidates in previous fear-and-loathing campaigns (uppity women, shiftless minorities, “illegals,” Muslims, atheists, gays, gay atheists, carnival folk), they had only one big lug left to point a bony finger of judgement at: the Average American, that gullible lump.
Used to be, conservatives revered the Average American, that Norman Rockwell oil painting of diner food, humble faith, honest toil, and Capraesque virtue.