Word is trickling out about how "shellshocked" the Romneybots were that they lost on Tuesday. We cats have been reading these stories with great satisfaction but also a little bit of awe. It seems that Willard and his team were suffering from a worse case of TPAW than we thought.
If the "shellshocked" stories are true — and there's always that caveat where the Republicans are concerned — we cats are relieved that people incapable of reading a newspaper won't be running the country come January.
But could the Romney bubble, we wondered, really have been that impenetrable? With all their money, didn't they have pollsters and prognosticators who actually knew stuff? (Example: Many independent voters are former Republicans. That's where that pesky oversampling problem comes in.)
And then it hit us. Of course: Willard Mitt Romney and his creepy family and his strange gaggle of political hacks believed Willy deserved the Presidency. Remember the 47 percent? Think back to Willard's tone in that video and you quickly recall his imperiousness, his contempt, but above all, his sense of entitlement. Which is pretty rich coming from a bunch who sneer about "takers."
We cats PURR that the American people denied this horrible person his grandiose dream. And we aren't even tempted to feel sorry for him. After all the lies that he told about our President — after all the fake soup-kitchen photo ops and phony "storm relief" campaign events, all the "binders full of women" and birth certificate jokes and demonizing half the country — we cats say: Go away, Willard. Now. Forever.
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