At age 74, Sen. Willard M. Romney has fallen head over heels in love.
With Dementia Joe Biden.
“I do trust the president,” he gushed to ratings-challenged Clinton Crime Family soldier Jake Tapper on CNN Sunday.
Another quote attributed to the junior senator from the Beehive State:
“I do take the president at his word.”
Of course Mitt does. Last Thursday, with the slobbering Romney behind him at the White House, Biden waxed semi-coherent about the wonderful bipartisan deal on the $953-billion so-called “infrastructure” bill.
Two hours later, with Romney back in his Capitol Hill office, probably tweeting out valentines to himself under his Pierre Delecto pseudonym, Biden did a total 180 and told the press, “If this is the only thing that comes to me, I’m not signing it.”
So like John Kerry before him, Biden was for the bill before he was against the bill.
And then Biden flip-flopped again. His caregivers were sent out with a written statement from Joe saying that it was “certainly not my intent” to tell the truth about rolling the clueless Senate Republicans.
Biden’s ventriloquists then elaborated in his name: “My comments created the impression that I was issuing a veto threat on the very plan I had just agreed to, which was certainly not my intent.”
Three words: Non compos mentis.
But it was good enough for Willard.
“The White House called around to each of us who had been negotiating and said, ‘Okay, look, we’re going to make clear exactly what the president means.’”
Seriously, what could have been clearer than, “I’m not signing it?”
Willard knows this. But he can’t help himself. He has this obsession to grovel before Beltway bandits. It’s not just embarrassing to himself and his family, but also to the residents of all the states he’s claimed to live in over the years: Michigan, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, California and most recently, Utah.
Mitt Romney is like the battered girlfriend who can’t move on. Ted Kennedy accuses him of killing cancer patients — no problem. Joe Kennedy says he hates black people – he turns the other cheek. Harry Reid says he’s an income tax cheat — Mitt doesn’t even respond. Barack Obama says he’s lying when he’s telling the truth about Benghazii — and Mitt’s afraid to call him out on it.
Mitt can’t even counter-punch a corrupt Republican like John Lakian, who is now in federal prison in Pennsylvania. In a GOP debate in 1994, Lakian slurred Mitt as “Mr. Mormon,” and Willard just goofily smiled back at the future jailbird (Bureau of Prisons #85674-053).
There’s only one politician whose throat Mitt Romney really relishes going after — Donald J. Trump.
And the reason is clear: Trump won something neither Mitt nor his dad could ever grasp, even though they lunged after it over and over and over again, for almost a half-century.
Namely, the presidency of the United States.
Mittens is almost as addicted to the Sunday morning chat shows as Anthony “I am Science” Fauci. There’s always an open slot for both of them, and for the same reason: they are both all-in on what remains the most important issue facing humanity.
Orange Man Bad.
Last Sunday, it was Mitt’s turn to put the blast on the guy he was begging for a job not so long ago.
Mitt couldn’t help sneering not just at Trump last weekend, but also at his allies, the “My Pillow Guy” and Rudy Giuliani, the mayor of America.
When it comes to these Democrat agitprop shows, the other way to assure yourself of maximum face time is to rhapsodize about the divinity of Dementia Joe.
And boy is Mitt good at that — at the very mention of the name Biden, Willard swoons like a high-school girl. He positively gets the vapors when discussing “the Big Guy,” as Hunter Biden calls Dear Old Dad.
A couple of years ago, a different Democrat with a press pass, Mike Allen of Axios, tossed up a big fat softball for the Mittster.
“Is Joe Biden an honorable man?”
“You know,” Mitt said, “I don’t know Joe Biden terribly well, but from everything I’ve seen and the interactions I’ve had with him, he seems to me like a man of honor.”
Tara Reade could not be reached for comment. Nor could Jill Biden’s first husband.
The follow-up question was about President Trump and honor, so-called.
“Look,” Willard said, “I’m one of those who believes we have a responsibility to be honorable and faithful to our wives and the president made a failing in that regard.”
Some of these nitwit RINOs who prostrate themselves at the feet of these corrupt Democrats are just angling for an invite to the next hoity-toity cocktail party in Georgetown. But Mitt doesn’t even drink. What’s his excuse?
Will Mittens and the family be in Wolfeboro, N.H., this Independence Day weekend? If you see Willard out there on the lake, please tell him this for all of us:
Thanks for nothing, Mitt, again.