I Rombot

The Rombot 2000 flew into our neck of the woods on Friday followed by his doughboy scam artists who actually think somebody wants a black Romney t shirt in the middle of fucking summer. But about 400 jobless Medicare suckers showed up to listen to their new found hero, you know, the white guy who can get that Kenyan out of their house. Listening to the Rombot is kind of like listening to your hypnotist telling you to stop eating so much, or smoking, or that Mormonism isn't a cult of whackjobs who cannot wait for Elie Wiesel to die so the can dead baptize him.

The Romney juggernaut pretended to be all outraged over that Kenyan Marxist foreigner saying the private sector is doing all right. The horror! How can anyone say that? The poor private sector with their record profits and slave labor in China and bail outs and golden parachutes. Wow, that Obama is crazy. Why Mittens just the other day was telling a humorous story about how he shut down a steel mill and created a whole bunch of jobs for Asians. Ha ha, ha ha. After I stop knee slapping here, oh that Willard, he so funny. Anyway, I Rombot , you know, the guy with the dressage horses, the billionaire, the guy who served his country by living in a French castle, the guy who inherited millions from his Mexican father, proceeded to claim Obama is "out of touch" with the struggles of ordinary Americans. And he, Mittens W Romney, is in touch with you schlubs. This drew golf type applause from the ordinary Americans listening to him on their way to tea with the girls, golf with the guys, and trips to complain about their latest Medicare reimbursement.

Meanwhile, during the Mittens and the Cranky Old Man show, some guy began screaming at the Rombot that his audio, almost human like voice, was spouting off misinformation and that perhaps he should have an I T guy check out his software for bugs. In other words, he was shouting "Liar Liar pants on fire" at the lying sack of donkey shit. This so riled up the crowd of rabid like white guy supporters they began shouting "Go Mitt Go". That of course after they checked with the doughboy selling his black t shirts, "hey, whats that guys first name again?"

Oh it's going to be a long summer, my friends. A fellow Rombot hater, a very discouraged Rombot hater, joked with me that the next time we see Willard Mittens Romney, he will be getting off Air Force One. Well, at least I think he was joking. I have to go pull the covers over my head.