Upon waking from a blissful Sunday sleep, I was struck with the realization that Mitt Romney is just like the main characters of "The Wizard of Oz" all rolled into one. Follow me below the fold for a divertissement of why Mitt Romney is like Dorothy, the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodsman, the Cowardly Lion, the Wizard of Oz, and the Wicked Witch of the West.
Like Dorothy, Mitt Romney seems to have to no idea where he is at, what he's supposed to do, or why he's doing it. His main purpose is simply to skip blithely down the Yellow Brick Road in his Ruby Slippers to reach his goal of the Emerald City on the Potomac. Mitt Romney is also learning that he isn't in Kansas (or Massachusetts) anymore.
Like the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodsman, and the Cowardly Lion, Mitt Romney has no brain, no heart, and no courage.
Like the Wizard of Oz, Mitt Romney presents the blustery facade of an all-knowing all-seeing oligarch while all the time he is just a conniving charlatan desperately trying to get people to ignore that man hiding behind the curtain pulling the levers.
Finally like the Wicked Witch of the West, Mitt Romney is the foe of everyday hard-working "little" people, especially those who organize into guilds or unions. But then when splashed with the water of facts and truth he instantly melts into a puddle of confusion and flip-flopping.
So that's it from the Land of Oz. It's not all that much, but it was still a bit of fun and maybe will provoke a thought and a smile.
And finally as a personal comment, to me Mitt Romney looks like a goldfish flip-flopping around on the ground gasping for oxygen just after his bowl of expectations got broken:
I was against American jobs before I was for American jobs;
I have business experience--Bain who?;
I know how to create jobs--oh, you meant American jobs;
I'm against government handouts, unless it's to the Olympics that I'm trying to save;
I was the father of Obamacare--I'm opposed to Obamacare;
I like the individual mandate--I hate the individual mandate;
it's a penalty, it's a tax--it's a tax, it's a penalty (like Faye Dunaway in "Chinatown": She's my sister, she's my daughter--my daughter, my sister--my sister, my daughter).
So it's not surprising around here that I'm no fan of Mitt Romney and will work hard toward helping President Obama stomp him in November. It's nice to be among friends of similar mind. And with that I close.