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Flipping channels in the early morning hours, I viewed coverage of Mitt Romney's wild-eyed, seemingly Red Bull-fueled performance in the initial debate.
Flipping to another middle-of-the-night viewing source, I began to watch a frantic, rapidly speaking and frenetic telemarketing huckster shilling for some product that I do not recall ... I was so stunned by the eerie resemblance to the Mister Mitt who had just vacated the screen. The same rambling "hey, look at me" delivery, the steely and vacant gaze, and the obvious "enhanced" elucidation and modification of truth to pitch the shoddy product. This may well be the abysmal pit to which the tax dodger has descended to reach an audience.
Using the telemarketing sales model, Mr. Romney's handlers have obviously found him his niche ... huckster, snake oil salesman, prompting responses and promoting promises soon unfulfilled.
Bereft Barack, honest merchant, looking only dignified and presidential at his storefront door, can only be forlorn at the circus parade passing by. America has found her pitchman. Pitiful.
DAVID J. STASH
First Published October 13, 2012 12:00 am