Look, I put in more than 5400 miles on my 22 year old Toyota Camry, plus motel rooms plus food and I don't want to mention what I donated to get the President re-elected. Plus, I missed out on working the ground game for a local House race that came down to the wire, but we won, so whatever. But I get this one.
Hahahahahah!!! Neener-neener-neener! A Boston Market Thanksgiving dinner? Like a 47%-er? Serves you right!
Over Thanksgiving, one of Romney’s five sons, Josh, his wife and their four children packed into a single bedroom at the Spanish-style villa on Dunemere Drive here. One friend said they ordered their turkey dinner from Boston Market, the home-style restaurant chain, because there were too many kids running around the house to bother with cooking a feast.
Gone are the minute-by-minute schedules and the swarm of Secret Service agents. There’s no aide to make his peanut butter and honey sandwiches. Romney hangs around the house, sometimes alone, pecking away at his iPad and e-mailing his CEO buddies, who’ve been swooping in and out of La Jolla to visit. He wrote to one who’s having a liver transplant soon: “I’ll change your bedpan, take you back and forth to treatment.”And
It’s not what Romney imagined he would be doing as the new year approaches.
“Nothing so unbecame his campaign as his manner of leaving it,” said Robert Shrum, a senior strategist on Democratic presidential campaigns. “I don’t think he’ll ever be a significant figure in public life again.”Yeah, yeah, I know. The Talmud teaches us about redemption and reparations. But this jerk cost me a big chunk of my life. I could have just trusted Nate Silver and ignored the whole mess. But I don't have it in me not to fight.