Mitt Romney - My Fake Diary

Saturday, 11 August 2012

So it occurred to me last night, after writing in this very same diary, that I should pick Paul Ryan as my running mate. That was the good part of the day--introducing him to the throngs of republican voters who, according to the poles, are not enough to get me elected. Well, we'll just see what happens now! Paul is going to take the ball and run with it!

But not all the day was good. This bus ride is killing me. For one thing, my seat is kind of narrow. I'm rather tall and manly, so being shoved in to a seat like this is, well, kind of demeaning. I mean, I can get along like the common Joe Schmoe, riding on a bus to work, every day, day in and day out, but I don't really like it and in fact, I don't have to do it. This is just for four (long) days. It's kind of for show anyway. Not the real me and certainly 'not the way I roll.'

The worst part of the day was someone using the restroom (which is like the size of a phone booth) to do something that really made the bus smell bad inside for about 10 minutes. Everyone was quiet too. Finally I opened a window and kind of let it all out. And you know that, in a very small way, is how I lead. In a way, that episode was a microcosm for the way things have gone in this country since Obama took over. It takes someone like myself to hold my breath for a moment, to figure out what the problem is, and then to open the window. That's what I can do for this county.

If only I could explain it to Mr and Mrs US of A like I do in this journal!

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