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What Do Mitt Romney and Joe the Plumber Have in Common?

4:56 pm in Uncategorized by Omnipotent Poobah

Here’s a burning question. What do Mitt Romney and Joe the Plumber have in common? As it turns out, they are each running the most incompetent political campaigns ever.

Samuel Wurzelbacher, aka Joe the Plumber, is the honest-to-God, official Republican candidate for Ohio’s 9th Congressional District Representative. He opposes 15-term incumbent Democrat Marcy Kaptur. Joe has taken the novel position that the best way to run for Congress is to stay hidden. But not hidden in that Mitt Romney way where you cut a few stump speeches until the heat from your latest gaffe blows over. No, he means really hidden, as in you have to contact him through the country party chair because he doesn’t answer his phone hidden.

Obviously, this does not make the 9th District’s Republican swells happy. And therein lies the first commonality between Mitt and Joe. Their party hates them.

How Very Mittens

Former GOP County Commissioner Maggie Thurber said, “[Joe] has a campaign committee and a Web site, but has been conspicuously absent from the news over the last month. This is not the way to win a campaign.” It’s the same thing as Republicans in Congress running – not walking – away from him as we inch toward election day.

Steve Kraus, the man who lost to Joe in possibly the worst political embarrassment since John Ashcroft lost his Senate seat to a dead man, agreed. “It’s kinda sad. He’s not running the race he said he was going to run. Everybody’s complaining they don’t have signs; they don’t hear from him; they don’t know what’s going on.”

Even his opponent is disappointed. “It’s hard for me to really define what he stands for because he hasn’t appeared in public to explain any of his positions since the primary,” Kaptur said.

How very Mittens.

The second eerie Joe/Mitt parallel is their mutual dislike of Teh Media. “Quite frankly, politics suck, I hate it with a passion. Only reason I’m involved in it is I like history and I like government,” Joe said as he tried to dislodge a particularly big turd from a drain. Although Mitt doesn’t know any history, except the one he creates for himself, and hates government, except for the part that serves him, he hates the media too. But while Mitt will Dirty Sanchez the minions of Rupert Murdoch if he needs something, Joe shows a little backbone and eschews the media altogether.

“Quite frankly, it’s easier to talk to someone one-on-one instead of a group of people. You’re not going to be taken out of context, so somebody understands what you’re saying,” Mr. The Plumber said to the somebody who apparently understands.

“Last night I probably spoke to 100-some-odd people personally which is a lot better than speaking to 100 people at an event where I might meet 20 or 30 of them,” he said of the odd people. “It just comes down to simple mathematics. How can I meet more people, talk to more people, get them to know who I am?

Here’s a formula to meet more people Joe: media+audience=lots of people. Still, he knows absolutely nothing about how that tactic might work. “Is it is a winning strategy? I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone else has tried it,” Joe said. Mitt was thinking the same thing as Clint Eastwood was taking a chair.

Joe, like Mitt, blames the electorate. He said the public needs to do some of their own research.

Both men seek money by saying stupid things. Mitt made himself famous for his 47% and Middle East conflict speech at a fundraiser. And, let’s not forget his deft handling of the embassy bombing. at the same meeting. It turns out Joe is on the same extraterrestrial wavelength.

The Hollow ‘Victory Headquarters’

Joe the Unlicensed Plumber still appeals for contributions from his national sources, but maintains a “Victory Headquarters” he no longer uses. His latest bit of grifting attacked the media for bullying Mitt over his delicately nuanced comments about the deadly raid on the American consulate in Libya. He argued the real issue was the threat to national security.

Of course, all the bad press was caused by the press being bad – not, heaven forbid, the candidates themselves. But it doesn’t matter to the Romney or Wurzelbacher. “This week has been a disaster for Miss Kaptur, Barack Obama, and the Democrats as the world begins to crash in around them, yet you can see how the media is completely in the tank for them,” Joe wrote. If Mittens had seen the quote he probably would’ve added, “Yeah! What he said!”

There are other similarities too. Wurz is as great with Hispanic voters as Mitt. “For years I’ve said, ‘Put a damn fence on that border going to Mexico and start shooting,” he said about immigration reform.

Both of them claim to have come from humble economic stock. In Joe’s case it’s so bad he’s been “forced” to take a $5000 per month salary from his campaign. “I’ve not made millions of dollars off Joe the Plumber. In fact I’ve made less money. I’ve lost a lot of money, and I’ve sacrificed a great many things to represent a group of people who want their voices heard,” he said. Joe has about three and a half paychecks left in the campaign kitty.

Mitt and Joe are even in lockstep when it comes to supporting citizens in a transparent way. “I will work to earn your trust, and I will answer your questions directly. We may not always agree, but you will never have to guess where I stand,” Romney The Wurz said.

Mitt Romney and Joe the Plumber, two bat shit crazy peas in a Tea Party pea pod salad. Aside from one being bald and one having a fine head of hair, these guys are Siamese twins.

Hell, they even chose similarly insane vice presidential candidates.

Let’s Talk War

4:55 pm in Uncategorized by Omnipotent Poobah

There were plenty of smoking holes left after the Shitkicker-in-Chief retired to a life of Texas Rangers baseball games and interviews about how swell it was being President. Everything from the big league economic pooch-screwing to an erosion of civil rights so complete we’re barely left with a ground down pencil nub haunts us. The Big O is responsible now, by virtue of being at the wrong place at the wrong time, but it is still an unusually big burden to bear. The screeching flock of Republican albatrosses around his neck nipping his ass doesn’t help either.

But among those towering monuments to crapitude stand the twin Wars of Error, Iraq and Afghanistan. And being monuments to crapitude, the Big Guy doesn’t want to talk about them. Neither does Mittens. He has enough unanswerable tax questions to flub.

Iraq is now subdued and peaceful – if by peaceful you mean Saturday night on the wrong side of Detroit’s 8-Mile. People still die by the score, infrastructure is an iffy thing, and the politicos still debate the size of the erstwhile President’s desk. If it weren’t for betting on suicide bombers, there’d be no recreation at all. In fact, we’re still footing their bill as they sit on piles of cash and steal what we send.

Sweet deal. I bet Mittens would like to get in on that.

The Withdrawal Capital of the World, Afghanistan, is a bigger mess by the day. Afghan police blow themselves up so often each policeman has a second policeman as a minder topped by a platoon of Green Berets just to keep the death toll down.

Yep. Spreading the fruits of democracy is a thankless job – especially when Hamid Karzai steals anything not nailed down while whining he needs more than the steady stream of bullion already headed his way.

Yes, it is the economy stupid. Yes, people need work and health care, and educations, and tons of other stuff. Yet, we have plenty of time to talk seriously about some ‘moran’ who wouldn’t recognize rape if he dropped the soap at San Q.

It is deplorable.

Tens of thousands of Americans are fighting to keep someone else’s country free…well, at least freer than…oh hell, let’s face it, they aren’t accomplishing a damn thing. Plus, the money we’re spending to keep Karzai in goatskin caps and fashionable capes could pay for a lot of that stuff people need. Worse, people die for the chance to lord it over a bunch of people living a cargo-cult life in a rock-strewn hellhole.

Barry and Mittens, please drop that next campaign stop for a donut and Lardburger Supreme. Stop trying to keep your under-minions from pissing off Rage Against the Machine or schooling them not to use “keep ya’ll in chains” as a metaphor while talking to a large group of African Americans. Pull over, jump out of the old Forked Tongue Express RV, and talk…just a little, about why people have to die and why we should have to pay for it.

It is a reasonable question and people expect a reasonable answer, even if history shows we’ll never get it.

Cross posted at The Omnipotent Poobah Speaks! More than politics, more than pop culture & humor

Mitt Romney is an Enigma…to Himself

6:30 pm in Uncategorized by Omnipotent Poobah

George Bush and Mitt Romney share myriad similarities. Each has two-scoops of hubris in their bowls of Raisin Bran. Both have an uncanny ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Mitt spends as much time with his wingtips in his mouth as George spent with his West Texas shit-kickers in his. For both, a gaffe isn’t so much a mistake as it is a rounded hook used to pull their dumb asses off the world stage. The list goes on. It is very long.

One of the defining characteristics of Bush the Lesser was that, as politicians go, he wasn’t much of a flip flopper. Once he took a position he stuck with it come hell or high water. He didn’t change no matter how bad the position. He merely added rancid meat to its bones in an attempt to co-opt the gullible into believing it was the best damn decision ever. Too many people fell for it, much to their eventual chagrin.

Mittens Never Met a Position He Wouldn’t Change

On the other hand, Mittens never met a position he wouldn’t change. John McTheusela was a lot like that and wasn’t very successful with it. It plays very well into the general bipartisan feeling that politicians never tell the truth and would throw their mothers under the bus if it would buy a swing state or hefty corporate donation.

Obama heartily tucks into the Grand Slam pancake special from Denny’s too, it’s just that he has the good sense and talent to be eloquent about it. When he flips, he rarely flops. That’s apparently not a skill you learn cutting the hair of gay kids at prep school.

The question is, “Does Mitt actually believe the things he espouses?” The answer, at least at the time he says them, is yes.

When he says Obamacare is evil, he means it. He doesn’t know shit from shinola about not having a safety net. When he calls the British Olympic-level dumbasses, he means it…and he’s quite offended when they point out otherwise. He doesn’t understand the nuances of foreign policy and wades into the turgid Middle Eastern waters bloviating as though he’s addressing a fundraiser. Wait, he did bloviate to a fundraiser full of people who can’t vote in America.

That Rich Mahogany Wood Feels So Good

Like Shrub, he won’t remember a single thing he did wrong. Such is the way of CEO presidential candidates. They have no clue why they want to be powerful, aside from it giving them wood and that rich mahogany feels so good. Their idea of policy making is to delegate responsibility and tell the poor bastard who does the work to report next week on a complete reorganization of the government usually comprised of nothing more than moving boxes around on an org chart. The prime skill of his Chief of Staff is wizardry with Visio.

Mitt’s apparent and constant equivocation exposes him to charges of being too wimpy to live at 1600 Pennsylvania. Nothing could be further from the truth. Oh, he believes he’s consistent and strong. He believes with the fervor of anyone whose sole experience with the non-moneyed is the gardener.

He’s just a sensitive soul. He watched Mommy and Daddy get their political asses handed to them several times and was incensed on their behalf. They were made of tougher stuff and brushed it off with a bit more aplomb.

This Guy Is an Enigma To Himself

He hated them being hurt and was puzzled why. The lesson he took away wasn’t to cowboy up and understand the ways of politics. Instead, he gets incensed when people attack him. He’s just as clueless today as to why Mommy and Daddy were spanked back in the day. He just doesn’t get it and has a fight or flight response heavily biased to riding his bicycle off to France wearing a black tie and white shirt. A summer in Provence is more his speed than people saying he’s a nimrod. Still, he’s not a wimp, he stands up to it…even if he doesn’t understand it.

When people say he doesn’t get it, they’re only half-right. He understands, after a fashion, that poor and middle class people suffer. He’s seen enough Bain & Co. pie charts to get that. What he doesn’t understand is himself. He’s mystified why his gaffes are gaffes, even if he does walk them back on his campaign advisers’ orders. He’s mystified why people don’t like him – after all, he never had that experience at the club. He’s mystified that people don’t think that what is good for him, as General Motors found out, isn’t necessarily good for the country. A mystified President is a bad President, regardless if they are from Texas or one of the 50 states where he owns a home.

And boy howdy, this guy is an enigma to himself.

Cross posted at The Omnipotent Poobah Speaks! More than politics, more than pop culture & humor