A Man for All Seasons....


I suppose we should all feel grateful for Mitt Romney.

After all, he has volunteered his three sons for the toughest task at hand.

They volunteered to get him elected.

Imagine sweltering through the heat of New Hampshire, slugging through the cornfields of Iowa weighed down by hundreds of Mitt Romney signs saying “Look at me…” That’s sacrifice that goes beyond the pale…..

Trying to mount those signs like those marines climbing Mt. Surabachi at Iwo Jima in the face of all that opposition. How many knocks on the thumb with an overanxious hammer are we supposed to overlook? How many times will they have to forego their afternoon tennis games to assure that their father is well-covered in the media. It’s a tough life turning a two dimensional egoist into a serious presidential candidate. Not something better left to amateurs…

No, it’s tough job being forced to consume fast food and running out of coke when you’re out in the field trying to do your best to push your advantage, but somehow that’s how it goes…

Think how much more they have given to the most important task they could ever hope to perform: Electing the right man, a man who believes that it’s important to promulgate a religion that made its stand on polygamy and killing those who got in their way, a religion that makes its founder the equivalent of a god.

That’s something to look forward to.

Hey, I have nothing against these guys. In fact, I just realized that they can’t drink coffee…or tea, or coke or anything with caffeine in it—so they face a double hardship: Being out there in the sun and having to not only put off the tennis game but also barred from every having a Super-sized coke….Or for that matter, ever entering a Starbucks for a grande Latte or an espresso Americano….

I wonder what would happen if they succumbed….like Adam in the Garden of Eden.

Do they remove your Starbucks credit card forever and have you drummed out of the caffeine corps…

Who knows? Anything’s possible….

Anyway, tough sledding, guys.

Time to go home and bone up on a little Lawrence Welk.

I guess when push comes to shove, you are entitled to a little recognition for all you’ve accomplished with all of those millions that your dad had time to earn when he wasn’t praying for more business…

I mean it is a big deal to win 31% of about 12, 000 people in a straw poll that Giuliani and McCain and Thompson didn’t bother to attend at a cost of about $3 million dollars. So what if it’s cost you about $1,000 a vote even though its non-binding and doesn’t count!...

So, it’s keep up the charge, mates. And keep knocking on doors.

Eventually, someone will believe what you have to say….

For their willingness to sacrifice so much, perhaps we could give them the same kind of medals that we gave the Director of the CIA or Secretary of the Army, past. I mean they’re really making the same kind of contribution to our national inertia….only perhaps more so…

And in the meantime, Mitt, keep on changing your mind about everything because that’s the American way and then no one can say you didn’t have a position, or several positions on the news while we continue your search for Howard Hughes…

Les Aaron
The Armchair Curmudgeon…