And then his Dad and Dr Martin Luther King Jr marched down the Golden Woodward Avenue with the Golden Child Mitt, hand in hand between them to the entrance of the New York Worlds Fair, followed by AMC Pacers all the way.

Ah, memories, so much better when they’re made up.

I don’t see what the problem is here, the Catholic bishops only recently moved the Overton window 2 notches north of every woman’s uterus. Given that he has always been a bit premature reasonable people can assume that Mitt witnessed the ceremony from a front row seat in the Granmaster’s scrotum.

Long live the homonculi!

“…fully nine months before Romney was born.”

Hey, c’mon, it was only nine months, for Pete’s sake! He’s running for office!

I am inevitably reminded of this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe1a1wHxTyo

“we used to get up at midnight, half an hour before we went to bed…”

Perhaps a viewing of his original birth certificate is in order if only to verify his birth year. Sounds like a good job for McMegan McCardle.

In that picture, Mitt looks like a particularly evil proctologist.

Michiganders, a nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

As though he enjoys it a little too much. “You will feel a little…discomfort now. This is to be expected.”

Michiganders, a nation turns its lonely terrified eyes to you.

Fixed it for you!

Just a little pin-prick. (And, yes, terrified.)

How ironic. Ordinarily, rubber gloves and fudge would have you thinking “Santorum.”

Unejaculated sperm is people, my friend.

Now, now. It was just nine months before he was born. A little Mitt xy swimmer might have been en route to joining up with his little xx better half already.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

We haz a winner of the Intertoobs today today.

drbloor, c’mon on down and collect your prize! I have it on excellent authority that Mr. Bogg will be sending you autographed copies of teh bazzetts boyz by return email.

Now, excuse me while I go run a brillo pad between my ears to try and scour that Santorum vision from my brain.

it is inconceivable he was actually there

There’s something so ineffably perfect about that phrase…

Of course RWhatadick Santorum must be FURIOUS, because if it’s inconceivable doesn’t that mean that birth control was involved? HERESY!!11!!1

Leave it to Romney to re-define what it means to be a congenital liar.

you guys obviously do not understand mormonism;

we are all god folks you see, and we came here to planet earth to hone our god skills

so some of us remember our god time before the god skill mission which begins with the brutal trial of going through child birth

now I am sure you understand but if not, have a watch here, pretty much spot on I am told

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0a3eJC3qAFU

I suppose if Willard’s rapt Tea Party audience were provided with the factual reality about this fete, the T-Partiers would shriek that said facts were a LIEbrul hoax, and that Mittens was, without a doubt, marching proudly in this parade (in his own mind).

It’s bad enough that deceitful 1% pols, like Romney, feel no shame in lying like a rug, but what’s worse is idiotic voters who are only too happy to be entranced by such bullshit.

If he looks like a man rummaging around in a closet looking for something preznintial to wear, now, then just wait until the polls close in Michigan today. If he loses to Santorum, his campaign is going to look like a Venusian fire drill, and Romney will be spinning like a top.

TBogg, where’d you get that photo?

Is Romney really doing a cavity-check on a bucket of hot fudge?

How Freudian of him.

We’re on it. I’m going to hold my nose and vote for Santorum, then boil my hands.

Also, I’m quite sick of this “son of Detroit” nonsense; Bloomfield Hills is a far cry from Detroit.

Also, too, while the Mittster owns homes in California, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and Ontario (yes, the one in Canada — probably for the free health care), he doesn’t actually currently own a home in his “home” state.

Uh oh, Rmoney has developed a serious case of butt-hurt.

http://www.clickondetroit.com/news/politics/Romney-says-Santorum-trying-to-kidnap-primary/-/1719386/9143920/-/k538pyz/-/index.html

Where are we going today in the wayback machine, Mr Peabody?

“My dad had a job being the grandmaster.”

Out of touch Mitt thinks being a Grand Marshal of a parade is a job.

Yeah, I wondered about that too. And isn’t “Grandmaster” a Klan title?

The pandering! It burns!

Even the usually tone deaf baggers know mittbot is a fake.

No, no, no. The Klan disfavors ordinary, plain-sounding words like grand master.

Grand Kleagle is what you’re thinking of. There may also be a Grand Klaxon..no, I think I just made that up. There is more than one “grand” title, depending on the sub-sect of KKK, I believe, but nothing so ordinary as a regular English word.

(yes, snark, but also true.)

Ah, here we go (was not going to any kkk site, which of course, they have):

“an Exalted Cyclops and his twelve Terrors; a Great Titan and his twelve Furies; a Grand Dragon and his nine Hydras; an Imperial Wizard and his fifteen Genii.”‘

(commenter zantar at darkfall online)

See? “grand master.” Pfft! So boring.

It’s Grand Dragon, they don’t think it’s much good unlesss they scared themselves, with the title.