"Clueless"
Wednesday’s first 2012 Presidential Debate was a head-scratcher to say the least. The media talked about how lackluster President Barack Obama’s performance was in stark contrast to Mitt Romney’s performance. I believe that I can offer an interpretation.
When you are an intelligent human being like President Obama and you don’t have to be granted a brain from The Wizard of Oz, you tend to have less patience for a robot without heart or soul who cares only about winning at any cost and, of course, money. Robots can be highly irritating to normal human beings.
Mitt Romney’s performance was simply that. A juiced-up performance. If candidate Romney has a brain, it is certainly scattered. He doesn’t know his stance on an issue from one moment to the next. Every time he swivels his head and opens his mouth, he has something completely different to say. Than last week, than yesterday, than an hour ago.
The problem with Mitt Romney is that after all this time, we still don’t truly know what he stands for. We don’t know who he is. And what we do know about him—this stiff, machine-like man who moves in tics—we don’t really like.
Personally, what I detest most is a liar. Mitt Romney lies constantly. Truth? What’s that? An economic plan? Oh, that’s too complicated and time-consuming to bring up now—during a debate about the economy?! I’m sorry. I guess they are not lies if he believes them—however briefly. What I should have said is that he flip-flops incessantly. To the point of confusion. Ours and his. Behind closed doors, among his kind, 47 percent of us are a burden. Rubbish to be discarded. Before the cameras, with those old rigid arms and ways, he pretends to embrace the 47 percent as much as the 53 percent that he claims to cherish.
Intelligent politicians and pundits have pointed out to Mitt Romney that he is a flip-flopper. If he genuinely had a mind of his own, wouldn’t he have already stopped all of the flip-flopping—before someone else had to point it out to him? Since Mitt Romney refuses to stop flip-flopping, I am inclined to believe that, like a robot, he lacks common sense.
"Well, I guess that means I'm voting for Obama."
And like a true robot, he has no social skills. Even the way he says the word “poor” strikes the ear as troubling. It’s as if Mitt Romney hates even having to form the word “poor” on his precious pampered palate. It’s obvious that “those people” are completely foreign to him.
Apparently, the Royals are foreign to him as well. Mitt Romney went to London, England for this year’s Olympic games. To our ally, the one country the U.S. is friendly with on a regular basis, he shamelessly and so cluelessly presents the Brits with a public insult to the face.
Similarly, Mitt Romney was invited to PBS for the first Presidential Debate of 2012. And no more than five minutes into the debate, he was so charged up that he was pointing his electrified finger and shocking his host, Jim Lehrer, the moderator, with these shouted words: “I’m coming after you, your employer, and your big giant bird!”
All with a smile on his sick face!
Yes, the android won the performance. But the win was on pure red bull alone. No substance. No plan. And loaded with empty lies. What I saw in Mitt Romney was not presidential. It was pure theatre. It was weird. It was rude. But most of all, it was just weird.
