Normally I tend to ignore stories in MSM disinformation sources like the Boston Glob and Slime magazine, but occasionally they do report stories with a sliver of truth. As always, judge for yourself. But it would appear that man’s best friend is no friend of MSM’s favorite Morman (and wearer of the magical underwear) Mitt Romney.
The white Chevy station wagon with the wood paneling was overstuffed with suitcases, supplies, and sons when Mitt Romney climbed behind the wheel to begin the annual 12-hour family trek from Boston to Ontario.
Stop. Wait. Hang on. A man who wants to be President of America vacations in Ontario, Canada? How patriotic! Pathetic, really. But, like I said, make up your own mind.
Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family’s hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon’s roof rack. He’d built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.
Great American name: Sea-mus. Sounds pagan to me. Maybe it’s Mormon. And putting the dog on the roof of the car instead of some of his luggage? The man has no grasp of basic logic. Here’s a free tip Mitt: suitcases don’t need windshields! Idiot! Perhaps the dog would have been more comfortable if it had been euthanized first. What a dolt.
Then Romney put his boys on notice: He would be making predetermined stops for gas, and that was it.
It’s lucky for the Romney boys that they got to ride inside the car…this time. I suppose if they protested about the stupidity of tying a dog to the bumper or strapping it on top of the car, they’d be forced to join it.
As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ”Dad!” he yelled. ”Gross!” A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who’d been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.
Of course one small fender bender and it would have been red liquid. And it wasn’t payback, you morons. The dog was probably terrified and freezing, riding atop a car for hours driven by multiple choice Mitt. So what was fancy pants Mitt’s response?
As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.
“Emotion-free crisis management?” The man’s a robot. The Boston Glob is trying desperately to sell us a bill of goods and I’m not buying. Why is the liberal Glob trying to spin this flip-flopper into office? Think about it.
The details of this episode and the Glob’s attempts to spin it disgusts me too much to go on, but you get the picture: Romney’s a moron. Follow the links to read more. But as a frequent pet owner, I just can’t take it.
Now I can understand that Mitt lovers will dismiss this story as being unimportant and trivial. Let’s face it: they have to. What other choice do they have but damage control? But anyone who treats a family member like this (our golden retriever Lucky was always a treasured part of my family growing up) simply cannot be trusted. He does this to family — what will he do to you? If nothing else it demonstrates his lack of judgement.
He doesn’t even treat the family dog like a dog. What kind of President could he possibly be? Just another in a long line of reasons to reject Flip-Floppin’ Mitt: Mitt hates Mutts.
Update: Did he break the law?
Massachusetts’s animal cruelty laws specifically prohibit anyone from carrying an animal “in or upon a vehicle, or otherwise, in an unnecessarily cruel or inhuman manner or in a way and manner which might endanger the animal carried thereon.”
Regardless, Romney is obviously judgement impaired.
Update 2: The dogs are fighting back. See Dogs Against Romney.