There has been a lot said about Romney that could frighten the bejesus out of you, and I began to think about what it was that was the scariest of all—it's that 'The Truth Can Be Adjusted'.
I'm reminded of his infamous 'ex post facto' notation about being "retired retroactively" from Bain Capital to explain away that he didn't have any involvement in his firm's decisions. It was convoluted and twisted, yes; a sophistry, if you will, where his argument while seemingly plausible was in fact not only misleading but in reality not valid at all. But what did it matter, for the truth (whatever it was) had now been adjusted.
And so it is and has been all through his life as a series where the truth can and has been adjusted. He had been a bully in school, but then there were no records of the incident. He spent nearly $100,000 in state funds to replace computers in his office at the end of his term as governor of Massachusetts in 2007 as part of an unprecedented effort to keep his records secret. And as reported in the Boston Herald, he bought and destroyed the hard drives of every computer in the governor's office when he left. Isn't this what a person would do if he does not want anyone to know what went on during his administration—absolutely yes! And more recently it was discovered that Romney's 2002 Olympic records are missing. Secret offshore accounts, front companies, blocker corporations; the Swiss bank account that was discovered and then swiftly closed—did it ever exist at all, and it goes on and on.
It brings to mind a great book, a true story by Ewen Montagu titled 'The Man Who Never Was'. It was a story about the British tricking the enemy into believing a tale about the exploits of a dead man that really never existed. It was intricately intertwined. A story so unbelievable it could have been a Romney pseudonym writing it. It brings to mind a Churchill quote, and I'm paraphrasing, Romney is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma—a true labyrinthine man, a man we will never really know.
On Mitt Romney's campaign staff there is a man known as the 'fixer'; and he's good at making most anything vanish; things you thought were there, are not. There's no play here. There's no angle. There's no champagne room, and he's no miracle worker; he's simply known as the janitor. The math on this is simple. The smaller the mess the easier it is for him to clean up and make it disappear.
But can you have it both ways and still be elected president. Mitt Romney says 'I'm not the enemy'; but then, I ask who are you?
I came to the conclusion that the only person I could ever really know, and fully understand and be truthful about was myself. It was then that it sadly dawned on me that Romney could not even do that, for with Romney there is no real truth; for he has no soul—even he doesn't know who he is.