Mitts-in-Mouth Dis-Ease

I shudder, shudder, I tell you, to think how a Romney presidency would handle any crisis where the mere lift of a Red Phone could start the Beginning Of The End. Although I become frustrated with Prez Obama for being too "cool" and "collected", I only want to see his irey fire when it involves standing-up for himself and explaining in plain English why things have stalled in the past two years in clearer terms than he has thus far, but certainly not when it involves going to war. He already has shown a mild itchy finger with his admiration and use of Drones. Beyond that, I believe he is extremely level-headed, and on the international front, I trust most of his actions and instincts.

With a Mental Peon such as Mitt Romney, a man devoid of diplomatic skills beyond any one person I have ever seen in politics, his tendency to, as the Prez said last evening during an interview, "shoot first and aim later" is scary stuff, my friends. His sense of timing makes no sense at all. Yesterday's Mindless Babble Attack against Obama was a disaster. His "Jump The Gun" rush to tell the world what he thinks about Obama even before victim's families knew there had been a deadly protest in Libya, was foolish and utterly crass - yet another example of his ability to offend almost everyone, including many in his own Party. What a terrible idea to vote such an unstable, waffling, barely human kind of person into the Highest Office In The Land. Diplomacy goes a very long way. Thus far, all we've seen and heard is Mitt In Mouth Dis-Ease. (Read THIS if you missed yesterday's drama.)

The scenario of a World Leader who is so indelicate in speech, obtuse, ham-handed, is worse than when an inarticulate, Saudi-Prince hand-holding Oil Puppet ran the country into the ground. A Romney presidency has the strong potential to run the entire earth into nuclear-laden white ash.

One morning he could wake to learn that North Korea was conducting another "missile" test and, in a grouchy mood and voice, I can hear him dismissively ordering his aides to call the Pentagon and tell them to "…bomb those idiots" and then wandering through his section of the Presidential Suite to have one of Ann's Irish Grandmother's infamous "cakes" while pondering who he should fire that day.

Need I say more? Well, not today...

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