He always remembers and speaks to the “little people” by name…you know, Jim the accountant, and Bill the broker…Dave the lawyer and such like.
He gets nervous in social situations, Motherfucka
He gets constipated once a month, Motherfucka
He make pretty good spaghetti sauce, Motherfucka
and he gets scared when he goes to see the dentist
If you rearrange “Willard Mitt Romney” you get “Molly Mint, Ad Writer.” And who didn’t love that show?
That’s my favorite YouTube vid.
The only real way to make him a regular guy would be to magically strip away all his money and connections and force him to live several years on $25-30k doing jobs most would consider ‘menial’.
However, since this is reality and that isn’t going to happen…
Yes, they found out the nanny bought the wrong brand, so they returned it to the store for an exchange.
See – they go to the retail establishments!
And the factory to skin the orphans and tan their hides – because who likes yellow sweat socks?
He shat in a bucket when on mission in rural France.
It can be really hard, too. Most stores won’t let you return a used nanny without a fight.
To be fair, it was a champagne bucket.
Well, as Sarah Silverman vehicles go, it was all right, I guess. I preferred Midtown Liar Myrtle.
In order to fit in better with the common people, Ann is teaching her horses line dancing.
Maybe an episode of Undercover Boss at Bain Capital?
He’s not just some privileged guy who gets handed anything he wants. Look at what happened in 2008 - he wanted to be the Republican nominee that year but they picked John McCain instead. And Mitt Romney had to wait four years, just like anyone else, before he could be the nominee for President.
Mitt knows what a gallon of milk costs. His dairy operation produces 6 million gallons per year, for a net profit of 3 million dollars. A gallon of milk costs -$2 per gallon.
Mitt sent his kids to public school – in the country he owns.
The real thing is almost as amusing as the parodies:
I guess Saturday was the day their servants had off.
Let’s make Romney into a “regular” guy.
I’m down. I’ll take most of his money. Looking for volunteers to take his houses, cars, and horses.
“Mr. Romney grew up weeding his father’s garden”?
For God’s sake, his father was the president of the American Motors Corporation and the Governor of Michigan.
Close the thread. We’ve achieved Poe’s Law.
Seriously, though, the Costco thing, and the hosing off his own car, and working in the garden, all that may be meant to be endearing, but isn’t it a little miserly? Where’s the big spending, the job-supporting lavish expenditure?
His damn pension makes a bit more money over the summer than the gross lifetime income of a median household! Well, about that, anyway. He can fucking buy himself a nice shirt, hire a valet, something!
Ornament.
His dad was a Mexican immigrant. Of course he gardened.