by Smitty
In a way, I admire Mitt’s politically incorrect willingness to own cars and homes. It’s not really conspicuous consumption, but it’s far more forthright than, say, a stealth trip to Aspen.
On the one hand, I’m not too materialistic, and own a modest sedan. On the other, the notion of private property and the 10th Commandment mean I really don’t care much about what others own.
Props to Political Clown Parade for the ‘shop.
Family men own Mini-vans.
Romney’s not my guy, but damned if I don’t get sick as hell of this stupid fucking shit. Obama’s going to win this thing, and its no god damned wonder.
It’s more the way the idiot said it: how about “my wife drives a Cadillac; I drive a Mustang” (he could even have thrown in the year on one of the bastiges, just to show he doesn’t have new cars)
See? Doesn’t that sound much, much better?
You just don’t pop off with “I have four cars!” when some people can’t afford to put gas in their one to get to work. Especially after the 10K bet on tv and “I don’t care about the very poor”…oy.
If he’s going to be the GOP nominee, somebody needs to coach him on not chewing his toenails quite so publicly.
My wife drives a Cadillac, I drive a Mustang, midlife crisis, here I come!
I don’t begrudge the man his many cars; after all, you do have to allow some downtime for the staff to empty the ashtrays.
I begrudge him the mundanity of his choices. Paco or Iowahawk, he ain’t.
I hear you can make the pitch for a full size truck if you get king cap and running boards for the wife and kids. You explain how the bed is so helpful on doing “honey do” projects.
Hey any excuse to play the Stray Cats is fine with me.
And Pagan, we should be criticizing the President over this. Oh and also over high gasoline prices (Obama’s approval rating just dropped five points this week, any wonder why?).
How you say it matters. I absolutely agree. Mitt does say stuff that she shouldn’t. I face palm over how Rick Santorum says things too. I get what he means but sometimes I just wish he did not say it that way.
He was asked what he drives. What was he supposed to say? Really, this fucking shit is getting old fast. The guys rich and successful, boo fucking hoo.
I do agree wholeheartedly about the Stray Cats.
Then he should have said: I drive a Mustang but Ann likes Caddies. There, a winning statement (as opposed to giving your opponents the knife to stab you with).
How hard is it to watch your tongue if that’s essentially your job? And if it is your job, then you should be better at it, no?
Some may take offense at the class warfare stuff; me, I hear stuff like that and say to myself “if he can’t bide his tongue on this no-brainer, what else could he possibly not watch his mouth on?”.
To be fair, it’s something I find wrong with many politicians now — and we should be calling them on it. Does no one teach rhetoric and speech anymore?
And I my favorite is Rumble in Brighton.
Heh, if he’d said something like: “but I always wanted a GTX with the 426 (think that was the big engine on that) or a Super Bee or even a very classic factory 57 bird” then I would have been forced to give the guy many points — the cred that would have accomplished
Even Burt Reynolds in a black Trans Am . . . http://tinyurl.com/6nr7dd9
Speaking of old classics, Bob Kerrey has changed his mind again and decided to run for Ben Nelson’s Nebraska Senate seat. That’s great, it will give Kerrey a chance to see Nebraska again for the first time in eleven or twelve years.
Surely, Nebraskans will welcome him back after a decade of running the New School, fomenting Marxism and inspiring OWS protestors.
It’s his tone deafness that bothers me. Word it a different damn way, Willard. But he can’t.
Or a ’64 Belvedere with a slant-six and push button transmission.
Couldn’t happen to a nicer Cheap Whore than Ben Nelson.
426 street wedge….sweetness
anyway, if he’d said anything remotely close to something like that he could have connected with the American voting public (and enhanced his cred with us working slobs who admire real cars)
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