Mitt's Daily Diary from DKOS,
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by Hunter
Hello, human diary. It is I again, Mitt Romney, your better.
I am tired of this. No matter how many times I praise their
local foodstuffs or regale crowds with humorous anecdotes about the various times
my family laid people off, this tax foolishness continues. I have already
explained to these people that my taxes are of the legally correct height, and
that the core reason for my campaign is to make them a different, lower height,
and that it is none of their business what precisely either of those heights
might be. This has always worked in the past, and I see no reason why it should
not be working now.
I earnestly desire at this point nothing more than to
purchase a new business just so I may have the momentary satisfaction of firing
someone. None of these press units have been paying nearly enough respect to
me, even after I pointed out that I could quite easily erase all of their hard
drives. Even my own campaign surrogates cannot be fired, as we apparently do
not technically pay them.
This campaign nonsense is a mess. I do not have believe I
have had a single good day on the campaign trail since the Supreme Court
decided that thing I did in Massachusetts that in hindsight was an abomination
was not an abomination after all. Now that each day includes these new constant
discussions regarding various idiot vice presidential candidates, I do not know
how much more of this I can take.
An acquaintance at a fundraiser once muttered that it would
be far less costly for we wealth units to simply purchase our own small nation
and be done with it. I have seriously begun to consider it, but only if I could
be assured that the others would in fact make me the president of that new
country without undue irritation. There is no way I am going to subject myself
to another damned primary.
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