Thursday, May 17, 2012

Seamus the dog

I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, but Mitt Romney once drove to Canada with the family Irish setter on the roof of the car. — 7 March 2012 Dogging Mitt Romney
  • Romney once drove to Canada with the family Irish setter stuck in a cage on the station wagon roof. When he was originally asked about it, he claimed the dog “loves fresh air.” — 11 May 2012 The Anatomy of a Jokester
  • Did I ever mention that Romney once drove to Canada with the family Irish setter strapped to the roof of the car? The dog’s name was Seamus. New Hampshire Republicans, if you can’t think of anybody to vote for on Tuesday, consider writing in the name Seamus when you go to the polls. — 1 April 2012 The March of the Non-Mitts
  • Pity the Republican voters. They aren’t asking for much. They just want a candidate who’s really conservative but not totally crazy. Who has verbs in his sentences. Who didn’t drive to Canada with the family dog strapped to the roof of the car. — 9 November 2011 Wait! Don’t Tell Me!
Gail Collins writes a column for the New York Times twice a week. A gig that i would gladly have. I know very little about her, but she cannot forget Romney's dog on the car roof. She has written this over fifty times (now imagine a writer for some other paper getting away with that once? Now, certain partisans are upset with this constant reminder. Republican partisans [trolls] are ever on guard to attack such comments, in order to have the paper censor strike such lines). People are counting. She jokes to herself in the column about how to get it in. She is not alone, David Letterman cannot stop either — in monologues, in filmed breaks, in conversations with guests. Bless them both, they see the man illuminated in this one anecdote. Here they are together on 20 March 2012.
“But as the president, you want a guy who makes good decisions. Putting your dog on the roof of your car and driving to Toronto is not a good idea. I don’t want — that’s it, end of story. I don’t care about anything else.” — David Letterman. 15 February 2012
In 1983 the Mitt Romney family drove from Belmont, Massachusetts to Beach O'Pines, Ontario, where Mitt inherited his father's cottage on the shore of Lake Huron. The trip takes twelve hours and 650 miles. The adventure came to public notice in this Boston Globe story. There's a fellow from Alabama, Scott Crider, who describes himself in internet, computer jargon dense enough to lock the gears of an engine, has put up the site, Dogs Against Romney.

Now, one can say this a minor incident. Others will say it is telling. I ask you, how often have you seen a dog in such a situation? There are municipalities that have police stop and ticket drivers who have dogs in the bed of their pick up trucks. To-day, there was talk on local television of Cleveland forbidding dogs being tied up outside and unattended for more than two hours.

Still others will respond that Obama, in an autobiography, noted that his stepfather gave him dog to eat, when Barack was a child in Indonesia. Well, they do not phrase it that way. Children do not often control what their parents have them 'try' to eat. ghwb still complains he was forced to eat broccoli.
nota bene: both poster pictures from website Dogs against Romney
also, 'romney' has become a verb
, meaning to defecate in terror

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