Father’s day with the Romneys

Ugh.
Icky-poo all the way down.
Ann Romney is a piece of work. She has lived in paternalistic subjugation and swallowed it whole. She’s a Norman Rockwell character – “Land-sakes alive – I smell something burning in the kitchen.”
I’d love just one moment of authenticity from Romney. Maybe that’s what is authentic about him – beyond insatiable quest for power, there is no Romney.

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