Here's a lovely little vignette:
Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family's hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon's roof rack. He'd built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.
As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ''Dad!'' he yelled. ''Gross!'' A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who'd been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.
As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.
Yeah, that's emotion-free all right. Conscience-free, too.
Back on the highway, I'll bet the now-wet dog learned its lesson, though. Don't cross Mitt.
Just what we need, another psychopathic President.
Update: Romney, Torture, and Teens, published today by Reason Online. "Treated like a dog" is given new meaning.
Update II: Ana Marie adds more on the legal aspects (i.e., probably illegal, but probably past the statute of limitations, too).
Update III: The luggage rack in question: