Mitt Romney - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 12 August 2012

You know people are wondering about the vetting process I used to pick Paul Ryan as my running mate--and of course I did all the normal things that any competent politician would do. However, I added an extra vetting step: last Thursday I invited Paul over to my home to watch movies.

Now someone's favorite movie says a lot about their personality. I said "Paul,bring your favorite movie over," and he did. Since it's my house, we watched my favorite first: "One flew over the Cuckoo's nest." Paul's: "Pyscho".

So I made some popcorn and Paul kind of hogged it--he asked for a beer but we don't drink in my house so I couldn't provide one. I have a sneaking suspicion that Paul may have had a flask with him--you know, hidden in his jacket. He asked for orange juice at one point, and then later ginger ale. I think those are common mixers for those that indulge. Also he ended up falling asleep on my couch.

Anyway, despite his somewhat boorish behavior, I decided to offer him up the job anyway. That was immediately before I asked him to pick up all the dishes and to straighten out the kitchen some. I gave my usual help (the names of whom I can't quite come up with right now) the night off. If Paul is going to be a minion of mine, he needs to tow the line right away.