Casually loathed industrialist Mitt Romney and his wife Ann, a
stay-at-home mother of five middle-aged men, recently allowed the
soothing but cunning Diane Sawyer unfettered access to the Romney home,
raw and uncut, so that Mitt could remind the American public, again, of why they’re still not that into Mitt Romney. Okay, presumably that wasn’t really
Mitt’s intention but that’s how this most recent charm offensive went
down.
For example, Mitt thought to win our favor by making believe that
dinner table banter at the Romney household used to involve “humor of
one kind or another, most of which can’t be repeated on the air.” And,
indeed, how easy it is to picture Mitt and Ann, their cheeks bulging
with Skoal, cracking open a couple more Miller Lites and chortling
bodily as the young Tagg and Dack
take turns imitating their favorite Lenny Bruce bits.
That probably
actually happened, in an undiscovered painting by DalĂ that the artist
thought a touch too surreal and tucked away at his summer place on
Neptune. But the most sordid revelation (with some actual believability)
was Mitt’s admission–revolutionary, for a Republican presidential
candidate in 2012–that legislation passed by the Congress may actually
reflect the will of the “American public,” so long as that legislation
lets Romney keep his tax returns, dodgily, leagues from any hint of public scrutiny. READ MORE »
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