I've never seen a man that was so embarrassed to be so wealthy. Ask him about it, and it's like he's being asked to strip down past his mink-lined skivvies in front of God and everybody.
He continually trumpets the heroics of individualism; the sacred morality of laissez-fare. So, why the modesty?
He says he paid his fair share in income taxes. So, what's the problem? A person running for office, particularly the presidency, should ordinarily want to hype that to the heavens from MSM clear down to grafitti on port-a-potties.
But (back to the skivvies) where's the beef, Mitt? You're acting like a virgin on the first date. Everytime we try to get close to the goodies, you giggle and scamper away.
You won't talk about Bain. You won't talk about your governorship or Romneycare.
You're running for the biggest job in the world, son. If you want to get in our White House, stop it already with trying to sneak in during the dead of night. Knock on the door and tell us who the hell you are!
But leave that other drooling idiot with his newly redacted Ayn Rand novel parked down the street in the Wienermobile.