In my column
this week I deplore the fact that Mitt Romney gives a special place
to Donald Trump, a visible voice of nut-case birtherism, at the
Republican convention. Now, don't miss Justin Sink's story
in The Hill, about Mitt Romney's sick joke about President Obama's
birth certificate. Perhaps it is the Romney-Trump ticket after all.
The great weathervane of American politics pays homage, yet again, to
the sick politics of radical hate that has a privileged place at the
seat of power of Romney's Republicans.
Mitt Romney should be ashamed. This is a man who claims that certain people and nations have a cultural superiority over other people and nations. Here is a man who says he likes to fire people. A man who demeaned Hispanics in his campaign against Rick Perry. Who tortures his own dog on a family vacation and uses elevators to lift his limousines to the top of his mansion.
Here is what I say: If George Romney were alive today he would take Mitt Romney across his knee and spank him until his behind is red, for the kind of campaign he is running and the sick birther joke he is telling.