Romney: Dog Torturer

Mitt Romney is a fucking animal. And by that, please understand that I mean no disrespect to actual animals, which are quite obviously far, far superior to this piece of shit.

The reporter intended the anecdote that opened part four of the Boston Globe's profile of Mitt Romney to illustrate, as the story said, "emotion-free crisis management": Father deals with minor — but gross — incident during a 1983 family vacation, and saves the day. But the details of the event are more than unseemly — they may, in fact, be illegal.

The incident: dog excrement found on the roof and windows of the Romney station wagon. How it got there: Romney strapped a dog carrier — with the family dog Seamus, an Irish Setter, in it — to the roof of the family station wagon for a twelve hour drive from Boston to Ontario, which the family apparently completed, despite Seamus's rather visceral protest.

Of course, the statute of limitations has long since expired, but there's no doubt he's guilty of aggravated cruelty to animals.

Do we really want someone who would torture his dog in the Oval Office? I think not. (You know what they say about serial killers--They all started out by abusing animals.)

The irony is that Romney's people apparently offered this up as evidence of their guy's skill as a problem solver. It'll be interesting to see how the Repundits try to spin that "emotion free crisis management" bullshit tonight. The "emotion free" part seems to be true, anyway.

A friend of mine at ExIsle (Zwolf) had this to say:

Most people, faced with dog feces on their automobile, would run shrieking about, waving their arms, clueless about what to do. Buy a new car? Fly around the world backwards at high speed to turn back time so the poo-poo never happened? Set fire to the station wagon and start hitchhiking? Pray for an interventionist god? Most people would be helpless in the face of such adversity!

But not Mitt Romney! He quickly deduced that ordinary hose-water is the solution here, and he rolled up his sleeves, and he spritzed off the car, chop-chop! That's the kind of decisive action we need in the White House.

Mitt Romney also opens his umbrella when it starts raining.

And you oughtta see 'im pour piss out of a boot!

Mitt in '08!

BTW, if this story angers you, tell 'em so. This is the central number for Romney for President: (857) 288-6400