La Famiglia Romney has migrated to their Northern Compound in New Hampshire (because who wants to be in La Jolla in July? Ick) for summertime hijinks and they are having awesome compulsory family fun because Mitt and Ann are all patriarchal/matriarchal that way:
This weekend, Mitt Romney is starting his annual summer vacation on his lakefront compound here — a week of fun and family, though not entirely carefree.
The Romneys, 30 in all these days, spend their time away from the stresses of everyday life — like, say, wrapping up the Republican nomination for president — by following a highly orchestrated, highly competitive regimen of sports and games known as the “Romney Olympics.”
The Romney Olympics have long included a mini-triathlon of biking, swimming and running that pits Mitt and his five sons and their wives against one another. But after Mitt once nearly finished last, behind a daughter-in-law who had given birth to her second child a couple of months earlier, the ultra-competitive and self-described unathletic patriarch expanded the games to give himself a better shot.
So Mitt is one of those hyper-competitive dicks who go “3 out of 5 …. 4 out of 7 … 5 out of 9″ when he is losing to his seven year-old granddaughter. Nice.
By day, the Romneys kayak and water ski — one sport at which Mitt excels — play tennis and basketball, stage a “home-run derby” and horse around on a slip-and-slide. Most of the grandchildren (there are now 18) put on a talent show on a stage that Papa, as they call Mitt, constructed in the backyard. And he helps them roast s’mores over a campfire and leads them on treasure hunts. He grills chicken and salmon and teaches the kids how to drive his lawn tractor.
When Romney is not forcing his grandkids to perform Mountain Meadows Massacre: The Musical! he gets them to mow his lawn because it’s cheaper and politically less risky than hiring brown people.
At night, the adults gather for family meetings, with each evening focused on a frank and full discussion of a different son’s career moves and parenting worries.
Each member of the family picks a daily chore from a “chore wheel,” so as to share cleaning tasks evenly. And before anyone departs, everyone poses on the lawn for a portrait for that year’s Romney family Christmas card. The grandchildren coordinate outfits; last summer, the girls wore matching orange and yellow polka-dotted dresses and the boys, blue checkered shirts.
All of that. Just. Fucking. Kill. Me.
Romney’s 13-acre estate features a six-bedroom house, a horse stable with guest apartments above it, a $630,000 boat house, tennis and volleyball courts and a shoreline stretching 768 feet, more than double the length of a football field, according to public property records.
Romney and his wife, Ann, purchased the home in 1997 for $2.5 million and later bought adjoining land. This year, records show, the estate was assessed at $8 million.
You really have to loot a lot businesses and throw a lot of fetuses into a woodchipper to afford those kind of digs.
Last winter in Iowa, Romney campaigned at a diner with his youngest son, Craig, who shared an anecdote from the Romney Olympics as an example of his father’s competitiveness.
Although Craig’s wife, Mary, had just given birth, she competed anyway in the triathlon.
“All the boys had finished at that point, and it was down to my wife and my dad,” Craig said.
“I tripped her!” Mitt quipped, joking. [Ed: Insert weird Romney Ha Ha Ha Ha laugh here]
“In the home stretch,” Craig recalled, “she had a slight lead on him and . . . he was going to win that race or he was going to die trying. And you see this fight to the finish. He went for this, he gave it everything he had, he gave it a good kick and he beat her in the end.”
Craig said his dad was so fatigued that “he passed out in the lawn chair, and we didn’t see him the rest of the day.”
“You know,” Mitt added, “there’s more to that. I changed the nature of the triathlon after that. I didn’t like this idea that these were only swimming, biking and running.”
Now, he said, “we have log-sawing, nail-hammering. We added some things I excel at so I don’t come in last every year.”
Mitt Romney will do anything to win.
Anything.





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Chuy.
Just stay the hell out of my part of the country, mkay? ALLLLLLLLL of youse.
That sounds like hell on earth. I guess it’s the price the kids have to pay to earn their allowances.
Log sawing. Like brush clearing, but with fewer dead Iraqis?
Holy shit, there’s nothing about the Romneys that doesn’t make me want to vomit all over them. The fucker probably schedules his bowel movements, and races against the clock. Someday, they’ll find him dead on the toilet, having suffered an aneurism and a prolapsed bowel from straining too hard.
I’m guessing that the “chores” are along the lines of “Go tell Consuela to get our fucking dinner ready”?
Anyone else picture Martin Mull’s employee race from Mr. Mom?
Oh c’mon TBogg we all know that silly La Jolla shack is TOO SMALL for Willard’s massive family which is why he simply has to spend umpteen majillions tearing the old hovel down to build his ginormous underground bunker with the car garage and all. And it will probably have room for 10 or 15 more miniMitts who will have their lives badly scarred in the end too. Give a guy a break!
Do we really know how many children Ann Romney gave birth to? Are we sure some weren’t left out on a rock in the sanctified Utah desert for being too weak?
Nah. When at the West Coast Camelot, the dozens of rugrat grandkids keep fucking around with that car elevator.
Car elevators are expensive, for Pete’s sake!
Nor do we know if Mitt insists upon the “Droit de Seigneur” when it comes to the Daugher-in-Laws.
And many Americans find that admirable.
Dang …
… Daughters-in-Law.
I miss the wind surfing. Seemed to democratic.
Mitt changed the event so that he wouldn’t come in last all the time. What a perfect reflection of the Republican way of looking at the world.
Can’t win elections because those brown people keep voting for Democrats? Well, let’s just change the voting laws so that brown people can’t vote! Can’t win elections because those union members keep voting Democrat? Well, let’s just disband and dismantle organized labor!
I sure hope Mitt gets to meet his maker on Kolub one day, and find his god is mightily pissed off for Mitt’s having skipped all the bits of the Bible about charity and doing unto others.
Mountain Meadows Massacre: The Musical!
I was drinking iced tea when I read that.
You owe me a bottle of glass cleaner and a roll of paper towels.
Don’t like the way the contest comes out? Change the rules. It’s…..Calvin Ball!
Doesn’t that just sum this guy up?
Whaddya gonna do when you’re 82, Mitt? What competitions are you going to be able to add then to make sure the younger generation can’t beat you every time? Are you going to make them take on handicaps, maybe? Ankle weights?
You know, I don’t care how sunny and perfect those daughter-in-law’s personalities are, there MUST be at least one or two of them every year who DREAD this little hoe-down (just getting their little darlings into their photogenic little outfits and out onto the lawn without getting dirty or too cranky to cooperate must be an ordeal in itself, because you know the dads aren’t helping with that). Whaddya bet those gals pack a lot of Pepto?
And I REALLY can’t believe that every single one of Mitt’s sons is all that crazy about those family meetings
I mean, Ho. Lee. SHIT. A whole evening devoted just to you and what your mother, dad, brothers and gauddam sister-in-laws think you’ve been fucking up lately.
I don’t even care about the Richie Reek shit. I’m gobsmacked by the emotional dynamic that is going on there. King Mitt and what he can force his summoned Court to go through.
No daughter-in-law is going to suggest to her husband that they skip the “family thing this year” because Mitt declared it mandatory, and obviously none of the sons wants to sit back later and watch his brothers split his portion of the trust because Dad wanted to teach him a lesson about not understanding “mandatory”.
I personally can’t think of anything more fun that attending mandatory vacation and having to take my turn at the nightly meetings where we all talk about our parenting concerns (WTF???) and acknowledge that we’re not performing up to Dad’s expectation at our jobs.
It sounds like a stint at rehab, except your wife and children are forced to participate. And everyone must worship the cult leader sufficiently to avoid being a victim of his “pranks”. What a fun fucking family that must be.
Whaddya bet those gals pack a lot of Pepto?
Maybe, but my money’s on Xanax. Utah’s been number 1 in prescription drug abuse in recent years, and I imagine this kind of culture has a lot to do with it.
Hey! I just realised – Mitt’s probably their ‘BISHOP’! There are enough people involved that they could be a parish!
Lordy, lord, lord…. Can’t some persuasive Methodist or RC or Buddhist convert at least one of the sisters-in-law? Break the cabal?
Mountain Meadows Massacre: The Musical!
Pretty damn sad that my fellow Arkansans will vote for this asshole rather than vote for a black guy whose ancestors didn’t mass-murder us.
His sons have “careers”? Since when?
Well, I dunno how many offspring, but some of those couples look like brother and sister to me.
I want to jump off a freeway overpass, reading of this Stepford Vacation.
I enjoyed that.
Fucking the pets?
Mormons only marry other mormons. After a while, that tree don’t branch.
Everyone please, the name is Willard.
We know he don’t likey.
I wonder whose idea it was to put the guest apartments above the horse stable? Kind of lets you know what the Romneys think of guests. Good grief.
Was thinking the same thing.
“Mitt Romney will do anything to win.
Anything”
I’d give him better then 50/50 of doing just that. Barry is a bitter disappointment, bring on the real fascists!
I’m sure Daughter-in-law-that-almost-beat-Mittens got a right Mormon strappin’ from Son of Mitt afterwards.
Son of Mitt: Do you realize what you almost did!?! You almost blew our fuckin’ trust fund!?!
Daughter-in-law (shielding face from the blows): I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry!!!
Son of Mitt: You better fucking be! I would have had to gone out an get a job! A fucking job!?!? Now go out and clean the horse stables.
Hee hee – always welcome, the firebagger parodies.
…that was a joke, right?
Quite sure those horse stables are more pristine than the home of my compulsively clean neighbors.
These people have GOT to be psychotic. I will commit hari kari if not.
::
(because who wants to be in La Jolla in July? Ick)
The beach can be very foggy in June and July in So. Cal. It’s better in Oct/Nov and Mar to May.. just saying.
The ‘chores’ sound like “Put your clothes in the bin for the maid.”, “Don’t leave dishes around house – bring to kitchen counter so maid can clean.”, “Put wet towels from slip and slide on top of washer for maid to wash – don’t just leave in yard.”. etc. It teaches the kids to be productive members of society. They are creating jobs already!!!
so true…..especially those religious fundamentalists….diehards they are to the end
funny piece however
I’m concerned! Very concerned!
How can they call it “The Romney Olympics”? The O-word is wholly owned by a company Mittard used to graft for, and if they catch your charity or knitting circle using it… or the copyrighted logo… or five circles… well, your ass is theirs.
It’s time to shut down this unauthorized piracy, lest they dilute the Olympics brand and cause confusion in the marketplace!
LAWYERS! TO YOUR iPADS!!
As the East Germans used to say, “Sport ist mord” (sports are murder).
At night, the adults gather for family meetings, with each evening focused on a frank and full discussion of a different son’s career moves and parenting worries.
It’s a Great Chinese Cultural Revolution self-criticism session.
I just figured by doing chores, it meant that particular Romney-spawn maid or housekeeper got to then perform those chores. I VERY much doubt any Romney spawn would ever be expected to carry their own dishes to the kitchen (for fear of getting lost enroute).
This is very Mormon.
Yes, it’s the Family Home Evening just the way George taught Willard, and the way Gaskell taught George (except in Spanish, because Gaskell was a native born Mexican, as was Jorge and that’s how they conducted their Family Home Evenings in Chihuahua until the height of the Mexican Revolution in 1912, at which point they all illegally crossed the border into Nuevo Mexico, never stopping to identify themselves to the Migra OR even later on, getting a green card or anything. Things were different in 1912, and who knew New Mexico was an actual US State anyway? It’s not like anybody in Chihuaha paid attention to that kind of stuff – it was a Territory when they left.)
Anyway, it’s just one big Family Home Evening with just a touch of Self-Criticism (with the possibility of exile to some kind of re-education camp outside of Provo if they aren’t completely honest.)
As the story teller told it:
Romney/Palin 2012!!!1!
Dear gawd….
“…a horse stable with guest apartments above it,”
“C’mon and stay with us for the holidays, we’ll have the guest room made up and some potpourri put out so it totally doesn’t smell like horseshit.”
Is this the Romney way, instead of calling everyone endearing little nicknames like turdblossem putting the “not Romney’s” out with the other animals he owns?
Yeah, and of course only the son’s career moves becuz wifeys not allowed to work. Their turn comes when the parenting of the littles comes up for discussion and talk turns to all the ways they are possibly not fucking those little guys up enough. So, so very creepy, this whole thing.
These people seriously need some booze and weed.
Still, you have to admire a man who makes all his granddaughters dress up like Zippy the Pinhead. That will keep them humble.
remember: they don’t take vacations. they just like to hang with family at one of their multiple houses in resort areas. kinda like a vacation…but…
Each time the Republicans skive up another one of these rat-fuckers he’s more awful than the last. And I thought that Nixon and Reagan couldn’t be topped.
Good catch.
Epic Staycation!
And it’s the fRighties who are so worried about FEMA re-education camps. The RomBots got the formula down!
As someone quipped over at BJ (and/or Wonkette) – “And now for the airing of grievances…”
Where’s the aluminum pole? Frank and Estelle would fit right in.
And thanks for that “double the length of a football field,” WaPo. Now I can REALLY picture the private beach! That is some mighty goooood writin’!
Funny you should mention that; I’m deep in western Kentucky right now, setting up FEMA reorientation camps out here in the boondocks and after we’re done here, we’re headed to Iowa and south central Florida.
When Hussein wins re-election, we’ll be ready for customers (starting with Lunz, Norquist, Carlson, Limbaugh, Gregory and others to be named later).
When Romney is not forcing his grandkids to perform Mountain Meadows Massacre: The Musical! he gets them to mow his lawn because it’s cheaper and politically less risky than hiring brown people.
Okay, that’s just wrong. I’m laughing like hell here. Bravo!
LOLulz. Carry on!!
“What a fun fucking family that must be.”
Yeah. Just imagine a low-rent version of the Kennedys crossed with the Stepford Wives. Eeeuw!
“We added some things I excel at so I don’t come in last every year.”
How many local factories to close down, or jobs to outsource, could there possibly be (left) in that area?
Mitt – he’s an asshole when he’s a loser, and a dick when he’s a winner.
~ Harry R. Sohl
Damn. You beat me to it.
“I tripped her!” Mitt quipped, joking…“In the home stretch,” Craig recalled, “she had a slight lead on him and . . . he was going to win that race or he was going to die trying. And you see this fight to the finish. He went for this, he gave it everything he had, he gave it a good kick and he beat her in the end.”
It’s like that picture of a young Dubya punching another player at rugby (anyone remember that?) – only it’s a rich old guy in his prime tripping up a post-partum young woman.
What really creeps me out is that the guy whose wife Mitt tripped so he could win relates this story as something admirable.
Joe Kennedy Sr. encouraged his kids to compete against everyone, and though I can’t remember for sure, I think that “everyone” included “each other” … but although he was one of the prime assholes of the 20th century, not even he made his boys compete against him and then changed the rules so he’d always beat them. I just can’t imagine what it’s like to have a father who’s not only more of an asshole than old Joe, but with added Mormon-Stepford-Newspeak traits added in.
Aaaaaugh. No wonder you had to stop doing Five Brothers Blogging. Nobody wants to look into this abyss of desperate family values and Good Clean Fun.
Seriously, who does this kind of manic hypercompetitive insanity for a family vacation? I came from a big family (Catholic, not Mormon) and the most we ever managed was a game of whiffleball in the backyard, played at a speed and intensity level where no one had to worry about spilling his or her beer.
Damn, where’s the heart attack when you really need it?
Think the kids go off into the woods and have like a kegger on occasion?
Probably but not involving alcohol. Just some leather and a little keeping of the pecking order, if you will.
Will you look at this? Mitt uses his money, rank and probably his religious position to completely control other people. And he just doesn’t have to run their lives for them — he has to win, too!
If there were ever a reason this man shouldn’t be elected president… his only solution is to bully. There’s a lot of people, orgs and nations that won’t work with.
Betcha those career/family counseling sessions don’t focus on him.
Patriarchy- it’s the basis for a new Amurkkkin vision! Like the old vision, but with tasty added Mormon! for better discipline!
They might sneak a little Xanax at home, but I bet they don’t take it with them on this little vacay. If it were to be discovered….
Whaddya bet Mitt insists they let the maids unpack their bags for them?
And there it is in a nutshell: like all the other multiple verbal “gaffes” Mitt has made, all of them demonstrating his utter un-likeness to ordinary mortals, and utter inability to understand anyone un-like himself.
They all think this crap is not just normal but good! And there are enough cretins among registered voters who’ve been brainwashed to agree that this creep might actually get elected.
I’m gonna need some Xanas to get thru the rest of the day..anybody have some? Oh, I’ll just go down to the local LDS Church (church: is that the right word?)