So maybe the next time you need to explain for the umpteenth time to your idiot brother-in-law why his vote for Rmoney is the proverbial equivalent of a chicken voting for Colonel Sanders, you can smack him upside his fool head with this, by way of clarifying what Mittford actually did to "earn" his ginormous pile of pelf:
As always, there's more, read the whole thing, yada yada. But that's really the trick -- while Rmoney may have slightly more insight into the workings of the bidness world than the average schmoe, what he really has is what a good arsonist has -- a lack of conscience. Anyone can light a fire, most of us are simply prevented from doing so by a fundamental moral code.
But this is a guy who, with a bunch of his punk prep-school friends, gang-tackled and sheared a fellow student; who, at Stanford, attended counter-demonstrations in support of the Vietnam War -- a war which, it must be noted, Mittford received four deferments, and ultimately went to France to try to talk the frogs into giving up wine. There's no character there.
That's really the kind of human being Willard Romney is. There is a rather perverse, vindictive part of me that sincerely wishes that, were the rest of us insulated from the very real damage he and his equally soulless running mate, that he would win, so that his supporters, and every RNC attendee (especially Clint Eastwood) could feel the full effect of the policies they would put forward.
There would be no more fitting punishment for these jackasses, than to see how bad it could really get, if for no better reason than to appreciate how good they really have it right now. Few things are more annoying than watching a bunch of spoiled, fat, pasty-white assholes rant about how Da Bruvva is keepin' 'em down. May each and every one of them, and their families, get every single thing they so fervidly wish for.