Like Sarah Palin, Newt joneses for attention and loves considering himself relevant. Pathologically, the two are peas in a pod, salamanders in a sealskin boat: fraught with an overblown sense of self-importance, tendencies toward extreme hyperbole, faux seriousness, continual craving for fawning attention, which they get, among other means, in the employ of Fox "news"; all of it, most likely, born of insecurities the origins and details of which I don't claim to know, nor care to.
Since his ignominious expulsion from power so long ago that -- as is the case with American nanoseconds of political memory -- it's all but forgotten, Newt, like the silly filly from Wasilly, has made gazillions from auto-promotion. Both of them are self-milking cash cows: books, lectures, PACs, jobs on Fox, outright scams. Millions, pouring in from their unreflective fans. The only difference between them is that Newt was willing to take the fake-out a little further than Sarah, toss his ill-fitting hat into the ring. Guess he figures with his imaginary braininess (like Sarah's reality-exposed gunniness) and self-described (and media-repeated) ability to produce big ideas, he could hang in the mix through a few primaries, larding the larder laudably longer. La la la. (Interestingly, as I began writing this in the surgical lounge, between cases, I was unaware of this article.) (Yes, I was aware of the resignations -- that's what occasioned the post. I wasn't aware they were, among other things, a revolt against hucksterism which, I'd suggest, confirms my thesis.)