Romney. Like a Boss.

I don't know about you, but Mitt Romney turns my stomach. It's not his capital cannibalism at Bain, or his gawd awful governorship that bugs me. It's his persona.

Romney is, and has always been, and always will be a boss. No matter where he is, he is in charge. He's in charge of whatever place he inhabits. If he's going to a supper club, they do whatever he wants, and that's just the rule. If he's going to play tennis, he's in charge. If he's going to a dressage event where horses are dancing to the score of Titanic, well, you get the idea.

That's the kind of guy he is: entitled. He owns you, at least in his own mind. His entitled nature and unease show up when he has to encounter the unwashed masses who want to vote for him because he's not Obama, and looks like the second coming of Reagan.

This is evident every time he enters a diner. He thinks to himself "Gosh, this looks quaint." Of course it is Mitt. To you it's just some shitty diner, but to the people who actually eat there, it may be the only place of quiet, and peace that they could find that week. Maybe their boss was on their ass about something all week, their spouses were busting their balls over some bullshit, and their kids are making them crazy. And what they want is perhaps a short stack, a few cups of coffee, maybe a waitress to flirt with them just enough to make them feel not completely fucking disgusting. It's been a bad time for them.

They're sitting in the diner, quietly eating, trying not to look around too much, but genuinely enjoying not being bothered for a little while. It's an acceptable, though far from perfect escape from the constant stream of shit raining down on them from any number of sources. And then the doors swing open.....

http://gawker.com/5864166/mitt-romney-has-not-gotten-any-less-awkward-since-1994

Oh, sweet Christ! Mitt Romney bursts through the door with a camera crew and bellows "My goodness, what's going on here today? Look at this. This is terrific!" Are you kidding me dude? I was having a nice thing here with my eggs you gel haired psycho!!

These people don't want to be bothered by the same guy that probably fired them or someone they know. They're trying to catch just enough of a break that they can find the strength to make it to another sunrise, maybe sunset, but we'll take it one 12 hour block at a time.

This man has no problem stomping all over you, everything you ever earned, or ever had coming to you. He'll stick it all in his pocket, tell you to go get a job and then give you the privilege of voting for him. Pretty fucking sick. But, it's what we get in America. We produce this kind of monster through our own infatuation with greed and wealth, and then nearly half of us beg one of the better looking wealthy heartless bastards to be our leader.

That's what I really think. More to come.