Mitt as Pretzel
February 15, 2012 - by
Mitt Romney has to be the most phony-baloney politician in American history. If there was an Olympics for Flip-Flop, he’d hold the Gold. If he did yoga, he’d be a pretzel. He is the Mickey Mantle of Political Switch-Hitting, the Oscar Robertson of Obfuscation, the unchallenged champion of the George Orwell Trophy for Double-Talk.
It’s difficult to recapture the exquisitely tortured position into which he has tied himself in Michigan over the auto-industry rescue. But let me try.
In 2008, he wrote: “Let Detroit go bankrupt.” But now he says he was for “managed bankruptcy.” But not for what the Bush and Obama administrations did, which was managed bankruptcy. And he knew it wouldn’t work; except it did. But he’s mad all that money went to “unions” (i.e., employees) – not, apparently, to people like him. But he’s always loved cars; after all, his daddy owned one – not a car, a car company. And Willard grew up in Michigan; he loves the place. Loves it so much he moved to Massachusetts.
He could probably drive a car in two directions at once.
Mitt as Pretzel
February 15, 2012/
Mitt Romney has to be the most phony-baloney politician in American history. If there was an Olympics for Flip-Flop, he’d hold the Gold. If he did yoga, he’d be a pretzel. He is the Mickey Mantle of Political Switch-Hitting, the Oscar Robertson of Obfuscation, the unchallenged champion of the George Orwell Trophy for Double-Talk.
It’s difficult to recapture the exquisitely tortured position into which he has tied himself in Michigan over the auto-industry rescue. But let me try.
In 2008, he wrote: “Let Detroit go bankrupt.” But now he says he was for “managed bankruptcy.” But not for what the Bush and Obama administrations did, which was managed bankruptcy. And he knew it wouldn’t work; except it did. But he’s mad all that money went to “unions” (i.e., employees) – not, apparently, to people like him. But he’s always loved cars; after all, his daddy owned one – not a car, a car company. And Willard grew up in Michigan; he loves the place. Loves it so much he moved to Massachusetts.
He could probably drive a car in two directions at once.