Accordin' to just released polls, Willard Milton Romney, former governor of Massachusetts, (home of liars, cheats, and thieves, not to mention Kennedy and Kerry), is runnin' second behind Huckleberry. Far as I'm concerned, that's just another example of why ya' don't wanna' have voters anywhere near a ballot right after they've been celebratin' New Year's Eve.
Now Mutt Romney is such a tangled furball of positions it's almost impossible to figure out what breed he is. Liberservative? Conservalib? Doesn't really matter to us 'cause all ya' need to know is this, from 1983:
"The incident: dog excrement found on the roof and windows of the Romney station wagon. How it got there: Romney strapped a dog carrier — with the family dog Seamus, an Irish Setter, in it — to the roof of the family station wagon for a twelve hour drive from Boston to Ontario, which the family apparently completed, despite Seamus's rather visceral protest.”
(Okay, I tried to resist, but after readin' that story, the hell with it… The tag line of a certain movie from 1971 is: "Where your nightmares end… Willard begins." And now you'll be stuck with that Michael Jackson song in your brain for the rest of the day.)
As far as sayin' anything about the female dog and her litter, well, after killin' off their original lab, Buddy (by lettin' him play in traffic), they got another lab…and named him:
This cartoon, posted over at Kelly the Little Black Dog's place, says everything else.
posted by Harrison at 9:32 PM