Romney on the stump, at a historic iron furnace in Cornwall, near Lebanon, using the hoagie-ordering experience at the WaWa as a parable for what’s right and wrong in America. (Wrong: a doctor told him that he had to fill out a 33-page change-of-address form, several times, to get the post office to send his mail — including reimbursement checks — to his new location. That is what happens with government-run organizations where you have “no competition.” Right: at WaWa, great hoagies. Also, very efficient touch-pad ordering system. This is what you get with competition.)
WaWagate is the state of the art in Romney coverage: he tells a giant fucking whopper that anyone who’s lived in the real world can tell you is a lie, and the media ignores it because it doesn’t fit into one of their pre-determined slots for a reportable campaign moment. Since Poppy Bush said something dumb about a grocery scanner back in 1992, all antennas are up when Romney talks about checking out at a convenience store. Never mind that even the most feeble minded among us know that the change of address card at the Post Office is less than a page long, as it has been for at least 30 years. Bitching about the Post Office is considered “acceptable Teatard pander by a Republican candidate”, so Romney can get away with mouthing shit that would make your crazy uncle blush. If anything about the Romney candidacy scares me, this does. His pack is so inured to his daily lies that he’s getting a giant pass.