From the UK's Daily Mail comes further news of Mitt Romney's post-apocalyptic doings. Not content to seethe alone in one of his resplendent mansions, the Nervous One is out and about, taking in the Las Vegas action between Manny 'Pacman' Pacquiao and Juan Manuel Marquez.
What were Mitt and his long-suffering (and insufferable) wife Ann doing at this event? Come on, kids! Do I have to spell it out for you? Okay. F-o-l-l-o-w...t-h-e...m-o-n-e-y. This is MITT we're talking about!
Attending with wife Ann, Mitt Romney was a guest of the Nevada State Athletic Commission chairman Bill Grady at the MGM Grand hotel arena as they witnessed the fourth contest between the two welterweights.
Grady had been a donor during Romney's presidential campaign.
After all the millions that Sheldon Adelson
blew invested in Mitt's campaign debacle, you'd think he'd have the good sense to stay the hell out of Nevada, lest he run into
Satan the man. He's been dodging his calls for over a month now.
But, as always... I digress. Mitt's hardly your prototypical sports fan, as he'd be the one siding with owners to bust the players' unions, screw the fans for a few more bucks for a hot dog, and get the government to pay for the stadiums that will enrich the owners. So, how did he handle himself in the glare of Las Vegas fight night?
In front of television cameras a smiling Romney said 'I wish you good luck tonight,' to Pacquiao, who has won world titles in an unprecedented eight weight divisions. 'Have a great night. Good to see you.'
Well, that's the kiss of death. Most athletes I've known are
highly superstitious. Their pre-event rituals are often complex, and any deviation from plan will later be seen as the precise mis-step that triggered their downfall. So here's Mitt, a walking jinx, dumping a Gatorade-bucket of bad mojo on Pacquaio right before the big bout. You'll never guess what happened:
Despite the political bruising inflicted by his Democratic opponent on November 6th, Romney watched Marquez, 39, knock out Pacquiao, 33, in the sixth round.
Ouch! You almost wonder whether Marquez paid off Mitt to mess with Pacquaio's head.
Not content to leave it at that, Mitt shows up afterwards, just to add to the pain:
The failed Republican presidential candidate is said to have embarrassed those present in boxer Manny ‘Pacman’ Pacquiao’s dressing room following his sensational knockout, and introduced himself as the man who ran for president…and lost.
‘Hi Manny,’ the former Massachusetts governor said. ‘I’m Mitt Romney. I ran for president. I lost.’
Well, no sh*t. Does he think that Manny somehow doesn't own a TV? Can't recognize Mitt Freakin' Romney standing before him??
I'm frankly disappointed in Mitt. Not because he should stop popping up all over the place with his insipid wife, being a jackass. That's something he can't help. It beats going away to some quiet place for real introspection about he and the GOP lost the election and virtually destroyed their brand. That would be too, too difficult.
I'm disappointed that Mitt's now turning to vicarious beatings. I mean, this is the Butcher of Cranbrook, for Pete's sake!! The guy whose only real joy in life was assaulting the weak, the frightened, even the blind! Now he's sitting back, outsourcing all that to others. Makes you wonder what other tasks he's now outsourcing.
Wherever he goes, one thing's for sure: if he shows up in your dressing room, your team's goin' DOWN.