Our Missionary to the Frozen, Northern Wastelands recently posted about a Mitt Romney story that I, still living in the 1950s, had not heard.
In 1983, Romney's dog made a 12-hour trip from Boston to Ontario in a kennel lashed to the top of the family station wagon...What happened with the dog?That does it for me. He should be overwhelmed with shame from this episode. He's now at the bottom of my list for Republican candidates. Well, maybe not the bottom, since Ron Paul is still around, but he's down there.
..."Seamus expressed his discomfort with a diarrhea attack. When Romney's eldest son, Tagg, and his four brothers complained about the brown runoff down the back windshield, their father quietly pulled the car over, borrowed a gas station hose and sprayed down both the dog and the kennel before returning to the road."
While I'm not a dog owner and our Maximum Leader is very uncomfortable in the presence of dogs, I submit to you that for their safety, neither our Missionary to the Frozen, Northern Wastelands nor our Holy Ambassador to the Kingdom of Dogs would ever be allowed on the roof of my car, much less be strapped to it.
If you want to look at this from a purely political perspective, this is just another example of how Mitt can be so tone deaf at times. If it isn't thinking that the rest of us will laugh with him at the thought of his dog strapped to the roof his car, it's his radio commercials which have all the weightlessness of Hillary's or Obama's. "If we walk, arm in arm towards the future..." or something like that. I expect childish, vapid rhetoric from the intellectually exhausted Democrats, but from Mitt, I expect a lot more.
No Romney support here. I'm with Fred.