So today I got this call from Mitt Romney. Actually, it was robo-Romney, which is exactly what he reminds me of: Robo-Politician. I don’t think people realize how lethal the Robo-Politicians are. Their current make and model has not improved, but only worsened. Now I get a call from my parents asking if I’m going to check out Robo-Romney today. It went down something like this:
Mom: Are you going to go see Romney?
Me: No, Mom, I’ve got this Fred Astaire cancer benefit rehearsal, which is a little more important to me.
Mom: Well, Daddy and I are going because we’re voting for him.
Me: I thought you were voting for Newt.
Mom: Well, I was talking to a 96-year-old man and he said I should vote for Romney.
Me: Well, I’m voting for Paul, so go ahead and listen to some old guy who probably is too blind to read or watch the news.
Mom: Are you going to sing in choir tomorrow?
Me: What? Well, yeah.
Mom: Well, you weren’t at choir practice…….
Me: I had rehearsals! I’ve gotta go, mom!
This is a glimpse. It is only a glimpse. If I replayed the entire conversation with my mom, you would probably get a better feel for why I am like I am. I’m so damned mad that people are buying this Romney song and dance. He’s spent like 14 million in FL to win, and I guess some people are truly falling for it. Guess this is how it’s done….
Dang! I really didn’t need that call from Romney this morning.