Now that it's a pie fight, the Good Republican Romney is decrying the loss of civility. What really bugs him is that civility took the curtain with it and now the rabble can see more clearly than ever that a troupe of clowns postures in front of us for our stamp of approval in determining our fate. The master doesn't mind his peers seeing him naked but it just don't feel right if the slaves do. All Mitt's “colleagues” are strppin' down and parading down Main Street with Lindsey Graham's rattling buttocks (Graham Crackers) leading the way, shouting, “Look at us, pathetic fools from all walks of life, see how we look without trappings. Now you can vote for my big, fat belly or my shriveled legs,” like they just don't care anymore about pretending to care about issues. Kind of like the time ol' Cap'n Cook dropped his guard along with his drawers and got caught takin' a dump and the natives seen he warn't no god and ever'thing changed. Yep, all this probably makes it harder for the Mitt to prance around feeling like ruling club still means sumpin to anybody but the members.
