Mitt Romney doesn’t get it and never will because he’s the child of precious privilege indoctrinated into the prep school milieu and safe cocoon of his religion, a man who has never dished the dirt and when around those who have (and do) has no clue as how to reach out and engage them, much less ingratiate and embrace. He is “above it all” and this all came back to the public in blindingly bright Technicolor during his outraged and impassioned skewering of Donald Trump, who, scamp that he is, at least knows how to get down in the muck politically and win over the hapless white sheep who are on the brink of choosing him for the same role Mitt failed at 4 years ago.
This very same breed of petulant white Americans couldn’t stomach the inherent snobbism in Romney’s personality, and instincts told them he was the kind of guy who if he showed up at their greasy garages or moldy bars would be run out or beaten within minutes just on smell alone. Of course, Romney is without vice and gallantly sanitized and pious, all traits that led him to excoriate the bad Don’s gutter tactics and fabled life as a huckster, womanizer (God bless him), a cheap charlatan who somehow stole the populace he, Mitt, lost.
Mitt is gagging, and in a snit went about helping the Donald and further enhancing his following by trying to destroy him in what he says is his concern for the country and American people when we all know he is coming on as the main shill for the billionaire greed-bags who are trying to prop up the unctuous little boy called Marco Rubio and the sleazy jackal named Ted Cruz, both of whom are about as hard to swallow by trusty old-school republicans as eating a handful of doggie-do.
Poor old rich Mitt, he tried to do everything right, came from the right family, reeks of scholarly sophistication, doesn’t cheat or lie or talk big or act mean, looks right out of Hollywood central casting as President, has the perfect blond matronly yet slightly glamorous smiling blond wife at his side, has four exemplary sons who never served in the military just as Mitt who backed the Viet Nam war found himself on a mission in France during the killing of nearly 60,000 Americans who probably would have ended up seeing him for what he is had they lived.
The kind of people who adore and are inspired by Trump can sniff out Romney a mile away and want to puke at his patronizing manner and painfully embarrassing way of trying to stoop to their level, as well as his incompleteness as a man and façade of trying to be a tough guy/Everyman when he’s always been comfortable only with his own—the opposite of Bill Clinton, who could get along anywhere and with anybody.
It must gall Mitt to witness a scoundrel like Donald drawing the monster crowds and blind hero worship and crazed idolatry that nobody felt for him as he tried to be a “real guy” on the campaign trail and once in Detroit talked about how he “liked the trees…” WHAT?
Mitt is damn lucky his wife (who Donald once called wonderful and beautiful and labeled the Romney’s a beautiful couple when Mitt was kissing his ass for money for his 2012 presidential run) talked the very sensitive Mitt out of running in 2016, because months back the scabrous Donald would have done the same axe job on him he did on another dorky prep school pussy from an entitled supposedly Patrician family, Jeb Bush, who licks his wounds in Florida, a beaten man, humiliated to the core.
Oh but the Donald would have excoriated Mitt in his beautiful suits and flawless grooming and perfect hair and smile “as a nice guy, a very nice man, I know Mitt, he has a beautiful wife, who I love, and a beautiful family, and he’s a good guy, but he’s weak, a loser, pathetic, he begged me for money and he’s got all the money in the world, so why didn’t he pay for his own campaign instead of begging…and then the 47%...he looks down on those people, you know, I guess he feels he’s better than 47% of the American people, so imagine how he feels about the rest of you…Maybe Mitt only cares about the people like me—the ones with money to give him because he’s too tight to pay his own way, like I am!”
Somehow, Mitt would, like poor frightened Jeb, had to fight back, to grovel in the gutter, to roll around in the shit while getting his ass handed to him by a skilled street fighter with a psychic take on his mentality and a ruthless conviction to destroy he, delicate Mitt, who has probably never been in a fight in his life, unless it was in the first grade when somebody threw rocks at him.
So we all know the real Romney: the kind of guy you see in movies, hanging out in exclusive countryclub locker rooms or dining hall after a round of golf, talking hush-hush about deals and secretly engulfing the country while they toss the discontented underclass morsels and crumbs and keep them happy with bullshit promises by politicians they bought—the 1%.
Mitt, you’ve lived a sheltered, climate controlled life, and that makes you a clueless dork, somebody even the gullible American people could not swallow, and so eat the crow the Donald has fed you and the whole damn party and stop showing up on TV as some sort of saintly savior as forgotten as yesterdays bad meal.
This very same breed of petulant white Americans couldn’t stomach the inherent snobbism in Romney’s personality, and instincts told them he was the kind of guy who if he showed up at their greasy garages or moldy bars would be run out or beaten within minutes just on smell alone. Of course, Romney is without vice and gallantly sanitized and pious, all traits that led him to excoriate the bad Don’s gutter tactics and fabled life as a huckster, womanizer (God bless him), a cheap charlatan who somehow stole the populace he, Mitt, lost.
Mitt is gagging, and in a snit went about helping the Donald and further enhancing his following by trying to destroy him in what he says is his concern for the country and American people when we all know he is coming on as the main shill for the billionaire greed-bags who are trying to prop up the unctuous little boy called Marco Rubio and the sleazy jackal named Ted Cruz, both of whom are about as hard to swallow by trusty old-school republicans as eating a handful of doggie-do.
Poor old rich Mitt, he tried to do everything right, came from the right family, reeks of scholarly sophistication, doesn’t cheat or lie or talk big or act mean, looks right out of Hollywood central casting as President, has the perfect blond matronly yet slightly glamorous smiling blond wife at his side, has four exemplary sons who never served in the military just as Mitt who backed the Viet Nam war found himself on a mission in France during the killing of nearly 60,000 Americans who probably would have ended up seeing him for what he is had they lived.
The kind of people who adore and are inspired by Trump can sniff out Romney a mile away and want to puke at his patronizing manner and painfully embarrassing way of trying to stoop to their level, as well as his incompleteness as a man and façade of trying to be a tough guy/Everyman when he’s always been comfortable only with his own—the opposite of Bill Clinton, who could get along anywhere and with anybody.
It must gall Mitt to witness a scoundrel like Donald drawing the monster crowds and blind hero worship and crazed idolatry that nobody felt for him as he tried to be a “real guy” on the campaign trail and once in Detroit talked about how he “liked the trees…” WHAT?
Mitt is damn lucky his wife (who Donald once called wonderful and beautiful and labeled the Romney’s a beautiful couple when Mitt was kissing his ass for money for his 2012 presidential run) talked the very sensitive Mitt out of running in 2016, because months back the scabrous Donald would have done the same axe job on him he did on another dorky prep school pussy from an entitled supposedly Patrician family, Jeb Bush, who licks his wounds in Florida, a beaten man, humiliated to the core.
Oh but the Donald would have excoriated Mitt in his beautiful suits and flawless grooming and perfect hair and smile “as a nice guy, a very nice man, I know Mitt, he has a beautiful wife, who I love, and a beautiful family, and he’s a good guy, but he’s weak, a loser, pathetic, he begged me for money and he’s got all the money in the world, so why didn’t he pay for his own campaign instead of begging…and then the 47%...he looks down on those people, you know, I guess he feels he’s better than 47% of the American people, so imagine how he feels about the rest of you…Maybe Mitt only cares about the people like me—the ones with money to give him because he’s too tight to pay his own way, like I am!”
Somehow, Mitt would, like poor frightened Jeb, had to fight back, to grovel in the gutter, to roll around in the shit while getting his ass handed to him by a skilled street fighter with a psychic take on his mentality and a ruthless conviction to destroy he, delicate Mitt, who has probably never been in a fight in his life, unless it was in the first grade when somebody threw rocks at him.
So we all know the real Romney: the kind of guy you see in movies, hanging out in exclusive countryclub locker rooms or dining hall after a round of golf, talking hush-hush about deals and secretly engulfing the country while they toss the discontented underclass morsels and crumbs and keep them happy with bullshit promises by politicians they bought—the 1%.
Mitt, you’ve lived a sheltered, climate controlled life, and that makes you a clueless dork, somebody even the gullible American people could not swallow, and so eat the crow the Donald has fed you and the whole damn party and stop showing up on TV as some sort of saintly savior as forgotten as yesterdays bad meal.
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