Succinct and to the point.
Rick should scat.
Mitt Romney needs to be left alone to limp across the finish line, so he can devote his full time and attention to losing to President Obama.
Maureen Dowd is right, but it won’t happen, at least not now. Rick isn’t about to scat anywhere. He tasted victory in Colorado, Missouri, and Minnesota and isn’t about to give up his quest for establishing Christian Taliban rule in the U.S. – a place where he dreams of one day telling his grandchildren how he, the Elliot Ness of American morality, single-handedly took down contraceptives, universities, gays and the women’s vote and made America clean and pure once more.
Ricky is not well.
As for Romney, nothing much will change. He is who he is, silver spoon and all, and there’s not much he can do about it. He has no idea what life without wealth entails. This is why he can nonchalantly mock Daytona racing fans for sporting plastic ponchos by saying, “I like those fancy raincoats you bought. Really sprung for the big bucks.”
Was that a terribly condescending remark to make to someone who does not happen to have $250 million in the bank? Yes, of course it was. Was he attempting to be condescending? I don’t think so. Romney is simply a clueless rich guy who interprets the world and all he finds in it by looking through the gold-tinted glasses life handed him at birth.
Mitt Romney cannot understand why everyone doesn’t own a number of Burberry trench coats like he does. In his world it’s not at all complicated. One simply pulls out their American Express Centurion black card and…
How dense can a man be? Here’s how Romney defended his “fancy raincoats” remark.
Well you know, it’s hard to imagine all the things they’re going to try and turn into attacks. I mean, that’s the first time I’ve heard the one you’ve mentioned. Look, I have worn a garbage bag for rain gear myself.