Mitt Romney - My Fake Diary

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Today has not been a banner day, to say the least. Why did God have to throw a hurricane at me, just before my moment of glory at the convention? If I were on the other side I'd probably have to say it was an omen of some kind. Well, I'm not on the other side! If I used profanity I might very well utter 'WTF'??

Then there's the North Carolina polling numbers. The state is a toss-up now. I never would have thought the backwoods country would be anything but in my camp; but clearly I'm wrong about that. Maybe, God willing, and without a hurricane later, I can get NC back.

Then there's Paul Ryan. Don't get me started on him; what a piece of work. I could have sworn the other day, while we were campaigning together in some god-forsaken-hellhole, that he was going to kiss me. And I mean right on the lips! I know he's married and all but I just got that kind of creepy feeling. He is from Wisconsin after all; when I was growing up in Michigan, Dad always said watch out for all Wisconsinites. 'Don't trust' is what he would say as I ran out the door with my valet to get some games in down at the field.

Let's just hope tomorrow things turn around.