I must say, I really don't like most Republicans... Especially, those in politics.  To me they seem to have an extra chromosome, a genetic transmission that compels them to arrange reality any way they deem fit.  If there is something that isn't quite suited to their way of thinking, they just get out the old factual-reconstructing scissors and measuring tape and begin portioning off a little here and snip, snip a wee bit there and voila, they have a perfect ideological canvas for their hypersensitive senses. I know, I know, we all are a little bit guilty of manipulating facts but they do it better.

They ALL do it, and all seem to think no one notices.  When a Democrat tries to pull the same scenario... They go for the jugular... as in the case of John Kerry, remember FLIP FLOP and SWIFTBOATING? Yes indeed, they have the formula down pat!

A while back I saw Mitt Romney speak about his ideology and wow, was I surprised...  A logical, responsive REPUBLICAN...???  I was really, to my astonishment, delighted to know there was a thinking-red out there in the non-thinking land of the conservatives! (that is unthinking when it comes to ideas that does not benefit them personally.)

Oh but, woo is me, (again) he was just lip-syncing the words he thought THE PEOPLE wanted to hear but that is not how he puts it. In 1994 he was a full fledged empathic man, Ah but he was so much older then, he's younger than that NoooOOOooow.  thinkingblue

PS: View the below debate of 1994 between Ted Kennedy and Romney and then the clip from a Fox (faux) news interview with good ole Mitt and judge for yourself. I also, found a clip of the Bob Dylan song "MY BACK PAGES" ... always a favorite of mine but even more so now.

  Just When You’re Getting Ready
to Run for President, Mitt Happens
 

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My Back Pages

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Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

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