"Governor Romney, you've just had what some are calling the worst week in presidential campaign history, smirking at the death of American diplomats, presiding over a blame-fest of a campaign and insulting half the American electorate.
"What are you going to do now?"
Typically after such a question, the celebrity will shout joyously, "I'm going to Disney World!"
Mr. Romney, as you might have guessed by now, isn't that smart.
How do you top (or bottom) a week like this? How about hooking up with the least-popular president in US history and a few gazillionaire pals? At his house?
The Romney road show is dark today, though the campaign is launching a new ad in which a mother welcomes her newborn baby into the world by cooing its share of the national debt as a kind of libertarian lullaby. The candidate himself, however, will not be seen--maybe later in clandestine videos--as he will be huddling once more with his well-heeled pals at a fundraiser in Salt Lake City.
George W. Bush's house.
Count degrees of separation if you wish--it's Laura's gig and Junior won't be there, maybe not even Mitt, etc.--but is this really the best day to hitch your wagon to America's least-loved president? Isn't there some Reagan relative willing to host a fundie today? Hell, could he not just go to Reagan airport and shake hands?