Hello, human diary. It is I again, Mitt Romney, your better.
Today was another day on Mr. Bus. (I have decided to call this bus Mr. Bus, because even though it is not the original Mr. Bus, it is a good enough bus, and there are only so many names for things that can be thought up, after all.)
Today for nourishment we stopped Mr. Bus at a roadside Wendy's. It was a pleasant enough experience, except that the reporter units wanted to discuss the latest polling numbers with me. I explained to them that this is a Wendy's, and everybody knows you do not discuss polling numbers while at Wendy's! These people have no sense of etiquette at all.
I have had to do a lot of explaining lately, and I am getting a bit tired of it. I am beginning to think the commoners are even duller than I had feared. I had to explain that my health care plan does indeed cover people with preexisting conditions, in that if you already have your preexisting condition covered, I will not stop you from having that. I have had to explain that my tax cuts to my fellow wealth units will be paid for by all the jobs they will likely create with their extra money. I have had to explain that I have indeed had a foreign policy all along, and I have just never mentioned it before because it was not important. I have had to explain that the polls have not shown me leading my opponent because those polls are misguided, unless they do show me leading, in which case they are not misguided.
All of these seem simple enough concepts, I do not know why they need to be repeated so often.
While at Wendy's I obtained a photograph of myself with the Wendy's staff. This will hopefully demonstrate to the commoners that I can be in close proximity to them without firing them, thus further increasing my perceived likability.