Eight years from now, I wonder if this week will be remembered as the one where Mitt conceded the election, specifically with his selection of Randbot Paul Ryan (those lasers where human eyes normally reside have the power to destroy Medicare!) who appears to be as popular with most voters as a day at the DMV.
I won't go into the Ayn Rand thing (I'll delve into that this weekend) but if any of the voters have heard of Paul Ryan, most of them regard his budget policy as just another example of a politician picking their pockets and handing the wallet over to Wall Street.
However, Mitt didn't need Boy Wonder-where-I-can-step-in-it-next to screw the pooch (or strap it on the roof of the Vista Cruiser): He's done rather well throwing the election all by himself. Aside from allowing his refusal to release tax returns to make a mountain out of a slightly smaller mountain, raising questions ofnot filing correct forms and offshore accounts, there was the announcement of the peek-a-boo budget that, apparently, will the be the prize in our Cracker Jacks only after Dull-namic Duo win in November.
But hey, we got to watch Mitt get a little addlepated from the dry erase marker fumes...
And then there was this...
Rock on, Devo!
(Cross posted at <a href="http://www.jimmcquiggin.com/2012/08/future-trippin-light-fantastic.html">The Firebird Suite where I blog about parenting, politics, the life of a CO transplant in AZ and just about anything stuck in my craw.)