Willard Mitt Romney is my leading candidate for president – of the Lucky Sperm Club. Willard can't admit publicly that he's a member of the LSC without blowing his cover (to include never using his real name). But there are some things even super rich disingenuous politicians with perfect teeth can't hide. Like mountainous slag piles of money.
If it hadn't been for an accident of birth – make that three accidents of birth – he wouldn't have a prayer of becoming president of the United States of America. And not having a prayer is something no devout Christian, much less a Mormon ("devout" being redundant here), ever wants to face in life or death.
The truly amazing fact is that many of the respondents in recent polls – a lot of folks presumably stuck in the stagnant middle of the middle class – don't seem to get it. Why else would anyone who works for average pay in this country want to elevate a guy like Willard Romney – the scion of a wealthy family whose father was the Republican governor of Michigan (who himself had presidential ambitions, by the way) – to the nation's highest office?
Willard Romney! A person who has shown himself to have no understanding whatsoever of what it means to work for average pay – or to worry about paying the bills, getting sick and not having health insurance, facing foreclosure, finding a decent job (one with benefits), et cetera.
About the three accidents of birth I mentioned earlier: First, the obvious one. Willard Romney was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Of course, there's no disgrace in that, but it's hardly a reason to admire his, ahem, great accomplishments. It's a little like saying that a portly ...