RIM SHOT. Oh, Mitt, Mitt, Mitt. What are we to do with you?
Here we are, nice folks all, who were more than happy to elect you and your hair. If we hadn't, you wouldn't be out there now, running around and eating chicken-based food products with the various racists, kooks, and mountebanks that make up what's left of the national Republican Party. And how do you pay us back? First, you hire this jamoke and nobody points out that there is apparently no boot you wouldn't lick for three points in some Rasmussen poll six months down the line. And how do you pay us back? You start telling jokes like this one here in front of an audience made up of people who have to be watered before they go to work every morning. Come home, Willard, before you hurt yourself.
--Charles P. Pierce
