Richard Daybell – Novels, stories and short humor
Etch-a-Mitt has been whining again. He’s upset that Obama and the Dems are dissing him – this from the guy who savaged his opponents during the Republican primaries. His fellow Republicans and fair and balanced Faux News have joined him for a great big group whine. They’re livid that the Democrats who for so long have let the Republicans slime them with barely a whimper have finally figured out where the gutter is. They’ve owned it for so long that they consider it their exclusive club.
Remember, these are the folks who gave us Willie Horton, Swiftboating and Obama palling around with terrorists.
And the Democrats keep harping about Etch-a-Mitt’s tax returns, as though it were any of their business. Yet those who think that delving into one’s very private tax returns is like rifling through one’s underwear drawer are the same people who, four years ago, clamored for Obama to cough up his birth certificate.
Certainly Romney has the right to keep his tax returns private – as an ordinary billionaire minding his own business at one of his estates, that is. But not as a presidential candidate. Since there are no minimum requirements for this job (other than age and citizenship), how do we judge a candidate? Everything is on the table. His health (FDR). His religion (Kennedy). His age (Reagan). His sex life (Clinton).
So stop whining and show us your underwear.