Thursday, March 29, 2012

Ruining the lives of the proles: A bonding experience

When we last read of Mitt Romney he was attempting to explain away why he needed a car elevator and giant underground lair [if his minions are wearing one-color jumpsuits alert MI-6].

But if the idea of Mitt Romney as Super Villain does not suit you, would you believe your lying ears and/or eyes when he says stuff like this?
At the outset of the call, Romney said he has some connections to Wisconsin.

“One of most humorous I think relates to my father. You may remember my father, George Romney, was president of an automobile company called American Motors … They had a factory in Michigan, and they had a factory in Kenosha, Wisconsin, and another one in Milwaukee, Wisconsin,” said Romney. “And as the president of the company he decided to close the factory in Michigan and move all the production to Wisconsin...
...Romney said he recalled a parade in which the school band marching with his father’s campaign only knew the Wisconsin fight song, not the Michigan song.
“So every time they would start playing ‘On, Wisconsin, On, Wisconsin,’ my dad’s political people would jump up and down and try to get them to stop, because they didn’t want people in Michigan to be reminded that my dad had moved production to Wisconsin,” said Romney, laughing.
Oh how those hundreds of unemployed people in Michigan must have laughed at their misfortune, just like Mitt and his dad. Because as knee-slapping as unemployment is, making unemployed people is good clean fun.

Hard to believe he isn't more popular.


Montag said...

Hemingway was wrong, and Fitzgerald was right. The rich are different than the rest of us.

They're much bigger assholes.

Anonymous said...

In his favor, he didn't call for a rim job at the punch line.

pansypoo said...

FDR certainly knew his kind.

jimmiraybob said...

“I was at one of the Texas properties last week hunting peasants when all of a sudden Dick Cheney shows up.”

[nervous laughter from audience]

“Well, it turns out that it wasn’t Cheney but a look-alike actor that some of my fabulously wealth hunting buddies flew in from Vegas on a private jet as a practical joke.”

[audience starts edging toward emergency exits]

“And how ‘bout those peasants? Real sports I tell ya. Especially the fast ones. Am I right or am I right? How ‘bout some applause for the peasants?”

Pure. Comedy. Gold.