OK, so I read the quoted text above and thought that Tbogg was messing with me, no way Mitt said/did all that; how painfully white of him. Then I click the link and find out that it is true, hell there is even a video!

I need a drink. And a brain shampoo.

I have always trusted the quotes presented on your blog but this time I had to see for myself. I am stunned. I’m also sorry I doubted you. Wow, I’m in shock. No fucking way did I just see that, did I? There’s only one way to verify, first go pee, get another beer, and then play the video again. Gotta go, the giggles are starting to get the best of me.

The Mittster’s “typically old-fashioned”? Did his handlers talk him out of the burnt cork, slapshoes, & banjo?

Jesus, I’m w/the woman who thought Willard should can it already & get the hell out of the way of the MLK Day parade.

Word, Mitt!

Let’s not be harsh. That “group of young people” were probably just enchanted to find out that the handsome and good-smelling Mr. Romney.. was actually just so super-duper cool.

I’m sure there were no snorts and guffaws coming from a bunch of kids- oops, sorry – group of young people who were subjected to – oops, sorry – treated to the delicious chumminess of this fine and very hep cat kind of person gettin’ all down wit’ ‘em.

“Niggaz got to rise up! It’s time The Man reco-nizes who is in charge! Keep on truckin’ my righteous bruthas and sistahs. Like we discussed weeks ago, Parliament Funkadelic owes their very existence to my Mitt-tastic Mormonist Funk! Aint nuttin like a hot Saturday night bumpin’ uglies with da shorties down at the juke joint at the corner of Whitebread street and Melanin-challenged boulevard in Salt Lake City. Can a brutha get some love from the ‘J-Viiiilllleeeeee!!! We gonna burn this mutha down!!!!”

cut to the exit music, Mitt’s campaign theme song ….

http://youtube.com/watch?v=VF25KEloF5g

That dude is so white he must crap albino turds.

you’d think he might want to ay-lay off-ay e-thay og-days references

No, he really was asking, “Who let the dogs out?” He was looking at the roof of his campaign bus and the cage was open.

Call me when he says “Fuck da police.”

Willard is his name and the boy is comin’

Straight out of Mormon

Originally he was saying things like “DYN-O-MITE!” and “Watchu talkin about Willis?”, but the sons helped him out with a more up-to-date reference.

Back in the day, willard was the big funken pill.

That was so white that even Ben freakin’ Domenech is embarrassed.

At least the Five Brothers didn’t pull out a slab of linoleum and a boom box and try to breakdance.

Who’s the black private dick
That’s a sex machine to all the chicks?
(Mitt!)
You’re damn right

Who is the man
That would risk his neck for his brother man?
(Mitt!)
Can ya dig it?

Who’s the cat that won’t cop out
When there’s danger all about
(Mitt!)
Right on

You see this cat Mitt is a bad mother–
(Shut your mouth)
But I’m talkin’ about Mitt
(Then we can dig it)

you’d think he might want to ay-lay off-ay e-thay og-days references

You mean just e-cause-bay he trapped-say his og-day’s cage on the roof of his ar-cay and kept driving even after there was brown liquid oo-pay streaming down the back indshield-way?

We must pooh-pooh such things.