March 15th, 2012
But it does kind of remind me of “We have to pass the bill so that you can find out what’s in it.”
It’s 2 a.m., and the girl who was Janet Reno a dozen Glenlivets ago is now Kate Upton. Sure, Mitt, I’ll go home with you. Just please don’t be there when I wake up.
Someone needs to put this guy in his place. He brushes off every critique from either the tyros like Bachmann/Santorum, or the holographic avatars like Palin, who releases political statements the way Jim Morrison released poetry, or maybe the way Axl Rose does. This absence of brutal reality checks is not helpin’ him, it’s hurtin’ him. With the bigs and pros already closing ranks, fielding for jobs in case he somehow manages to win, he’d benefit from a talking-to by James Baker or whoever’s the modern equivalent, take him aside and say: “Look, you sniveling little punk, I realize you’re a soft-hands party scion who’s mainly in this for the opportunity to get photographed looking presidential dozens of times per week, but you aren’t allowed to make the rest of us look like fools, which eventuality is fast becoming a nigh-on certainty the more you flap your lips with this ‘Take it easy, fellas, we’re made in the shade’ bull. Get it straight, buster, I’m not here to say please, etc. etc.”
So yeah, somebody get on that, and btw this Kate Upton industry is way overcapitalized IMHO (what next? Jennifer Aniston is the sexiest women alive?). Kate is kinda like a preppie Anna Nicole Smith with an even more vacant look. In the, as of this writing hypothetical, situation where I am in possession of a lounge lizard’s option between her and one of her “ilk” I think I will move on the swimsuit utility player instead.