I love the reaction Jeff over at The Shape of Days had to the Romney-Pet-Strapped-To-The-Car-Roof story:

You know what? Fuck it. I don’t care if everybody loves Mitt Romney. I don’t care if he’s the literal embodiment of the Second Coming. I don’t care if he cures cancer with his mind, or if he promises to give every American an iPhone.

. . .

You can learn a lot about the way somebody treats his pets. I learned everything I needed to know about Mitt Romney from reading that profile. I couldn’t give less of a damn what other virtues or vices the man might have. As far as I’m concerned, he’s not fit to be a … well, a dogcatcher.

. . .

This isn’t the kind of guy we want running our country. This isn’t even the kind of guy we want running the local convenience store.

Mitt Romney can fuck the fuck off. Fuck.

There’s more to the post than that. Jeff also recounts the time his suitcase flew off the top of his car and disintegrated. [The visual image brought on by the combination of the two stories is disturbing, to say the least.]