Mixed in with the stories surrounding Mitt Romney’s impish desire to join the Pro-Am Homo-Hating Coiffeur Tour is a less-reported story from Mittens’ arm length rap sheet. It’s not as pregnant with prankish, homophobic cheer, but it is a look into the mind of a man who is laughably and utterly clueless about how the rest of his species lives.
Tossed into his rich and simmering ragoût of stupid was Mittens’ recent offer to take Obama to the closet – um, poor word choice – woodshed for a good old fashioned water-ski whooping. But no golf. He hears Obama is good at that. Presumably, Mitt would borrow the Presidential barge for the match. I don’t blame him. In 1981, he tried to do the whole middle class water-ski thing and managed to get himself arrested for disorderly conduct. Not a big, Earth-shattering deal, but a deal nonetheless. The story goes something like this:
