If Mitt wasn't really shuttling between working on the Olympics and working at Bain, could that rascally old Mormon have been splitting some of his family values time with an extra wife?
Speaking of double standards, most Liberals don't understand
the Conservative philosophy of boardroom conduct. The executives, because of their "hands on"
style of management, earn every last cent of their paycheck when things are
rosy and profitable, but when things go sour, it must always be blamed on some
underling who kept "the chief" in the dark about potential problems. Being a mid-level management executive these
days is like being a human shield protecting the fearless leader from
indictments and irate stockholders. When
Republican industrial moguls say "You can't loose," that exactly what they
mean. Unfortunately, that caveat doesn't
apply to managers who don't sit of the board of directors.
Was it Fields or Laurel and Hardy that featured the shtick about flipping a coin and saying: "Heads, I win; tails, you loose!"? What conservative Christian can't condone that example of how to bamboozle a sucker?
St. Ronald Reagan often said that the eleventh commandment was: Never speak ill of a fellow Republican. The recent rash of Republican ruminating about the Romney run makes skeptics wonder what's up in that party. Either Reagan's sway on the party faithful is waning or the Conservative Christians don't consider Mitt to be an authentic member of their party. If that's the case, the chorus of criticism will continue until Mitt is deemed disqualified for the nomination and then he and his supporters will have a WTF mind meld moment and start asking themselves the usual Charlie Brown questions about being fleeced of their campaign money and being rooked out of the nomination they considered rightfully theirs.
There is a bit of old conventional wisdom among film critics
that holds that the key to watching any film about swindlers is to keep in mind
that the iron clad rule for the genre which is:
the con men are always the ones who get fleeced. Thus film critics who see Mitt Romney as a
modern W. C. Fields patent medicine salesman expect that he will wind up (like
the fellow in a particular Jerry Reed song) getting the shaft instead of the
expected gold mine.
If the Mittster is looking for a slogan for his Presidential campaign, perhaps he can swipe the phrase that Texas Guinan used to use when she greeted customers entering her New York speakeasy: "Hello, sucker!"
For a column on swindles that will be posted on July 20, the disk jockey insists that his closing selection of songs starts off with "Springtime for Hitler" (from Mel Brooks' "The Producers"), the Rolling Stones contractual obligation album [when they were committed to delivering one more album to a certain record company, they delivered a package of à ¼ber-bawdy material and when the record company executives complained that they couldn't release the album, the Stones lawyers indicated "That's your problem." (It became a top bootleg product for those people who sanction unauthorized products.)] and as a memorial tribute for country music fans, Kitty Wells' breakthrough Country hit "It wasn't God who made Honky-tonk angels." We have to go check and see who the Republicans have available on the bench in the bullpen. Have an "I'll hold the football for you, Charlie Brown," type week.
[Quagmire, who may be the littlest panhandler on Shattuck Avenue in Berkeley, attacked the columnist after being given a "drop in the bucket" offering and bit the writer's cane so we thought a picture of this ungrateful cur would be an acceptable illustration for a column about swindles. Why a cane? Isn't a cane essential for projecting the image of a suave boulevardier ?]
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