Mitt Romney Fails At Complimenting His Wife

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Mitt Romney wants to keep those lady voters — for whom Rick Santorum and Newt Gingrich are such natural fits (gross) — so here’s how he tried to compliment wife Ann at a rally today: She’s “the heavyweight champion of my life… I didn’t mean weight! That came out wrong.” It’ll be another sad, silent night of bad teevee and ice cream and turning in early at the Romney household tonight.

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117 comments

  1. FNMA

    "It’ll be another sad, silent night of bad teevee and ice cream and turning in early at the Romney household tonight."

    As opposed to what…oh…shit, I just threw up all over my keyboard.

    But doesn't the magic underwears prevent that kind of thing?

  2. Fukui-sanYesOta

    "She's a walrus in the kitchen and a beached whale in the bedroom! She's all woman!"

    1. freakishlywrong

      And just the right size walrus and beached whale. I love walruses and beached whales!

  3. actor212

    the heavyweight champion of my life… I didn’t mean weight! That came out wrong

    "Honey, am I getting fat?"

    "Darling, am I getting stupid?"

  4. noodlesalad

    Back in the good old day, when a man stepped in it with his wife, there was always another wife to help him get back in her good graces.

  5. Callyson

    Makes sense–they balance each other out. She's the heavyweight champion and he's the lightweight loser.

  6. Mahousu

    Sounds to me like a cry for help from a spousal abuse victim. Alas, one which the world will cruelly ignore.

  7. Mr Pre-Press

    Sealtest ice-milk, the National Anthem, and then the test-pattern to snow. It was all so much simpler in black and white.

  8. widestanceromance

    "Well, I will say that she maintained bowel control when tied to the luggage rack on long trips better than the other pound mutts."

  9. hagajim

    Good to see that ol' Mitt can't even say something about his wife without putting his foot in it. More and more like W.

  10. SayItWithWookies

    Mitt didn't mean to call his wife a heavyweight champion — he meant she has a ridiculous purse.

  11. valthemus

    If public speaking were taken out of the job description for President, Romney might stand a… no, never mind. Romney would still find a way to say the wrong thing in sign language or hanky code or something.

  12. MissTaken

    She’s “the heavyweight champion of my life…

    And now we know why she needs two Cadillacs.

      1. not that Dewey

        The last Wonkwire post. [sigh] You're such a romantic.

        I've been having a case of the dry snarks — I sit down to type, and nothing funny comes out. I thought that perhaps I had been branded as a pariah for having remained neutral during the Revolution.

        But I've been reasonably productive outside of Wonket. We're in our new annual internal funding proposal cycle, wherein we have to appeal to HQ for money to keep the lab from totally decaying. I've got two proposals — one to restore our ability to do proper chronometry, another to measure water vapor content in the troposphere in real-time. Each one would cost about as much as 2 1/2 hours of war, or one of Ann Romney's Cadillacs. The TeaParty economy is wreaking havoc on the sciences (and most universities, as well). We've been operating on the same Continuing Resolution budget for 3 years now (the 3 years in which "Senate Dems have refused to write a budget! HurrGurr!) We're looking at 5 – 10% layoffs this year (best case — the President's proposed budget), so I'm trying to position myself as someone who is invaluable to the organization. We'll see.

        1. user-of-owls

          Ahhh. Now I can breathe. Nothing wrong with being Swiss. Much better for the blood pressure than playing Robespierre. Shouldn't lose ones head, after all. I too find the snark a bit forced of late, maybe it's the sour taste the jackboot of oppression leaves in my mouth. So glad to hear you're being so busy and productive, even if it's a bit high-wire. Crossing my little stubbies that the colónes come rolling in. Mixed bag here. On the upside, looks like I'll be exercising my wings quite a bit in the coming 18 months or so. Puerto Rico; Cartagena; maybe Barranquilla; Casteau, Belgium (Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe!); Stuttgart; Geilenkirchen; and who knows what else. I'm guessing the head mechanic would have something to say about a subconscious desire to flee the home situation. Also, one that's fraught with…well, all sorts of things…is the May trip back to my original nest to see the family. That should be interesting.
          Mrs. Owls, out of the blue, started up with Al-Anon last week. Per usual these days, she had nothing to say about it. I'm hopeful because that's all I can afford to be right now. Must fly, there's a certain parade that this old mick must attend. Abrazos profundos.

        2. user-of-owls

          Ok, this is getting to be a very unhappy place to be since you-know-when. I remember slow patches, even rough ones, but don't remember anything like this before. Even during the horror show that was custerwolf, it was only short-term. This is shaping up to be the equivalent of a death sentence. Seriously, I just don't get it. In virtually every regard, from those pms-inspired 'rules' ("Don't be mean to any of those fascist vulgarians! We might hurt their feelings!"), to the 16,457 posts every fucking day, to this latest bitch fight playing out for what looks to be a Weekend of the Long Knives. Just. Fucking. Wrong.

          I keep holding out hope that Ken will swoop back in, or that anybody with a lick of fucking common sense will stage an intervention to save this extraordinary place from extinction. It just isn't fair for some cunty interloper to steal a diamond that we have created. I'm at a loss right now. I had been contenting myself with just boycotting the lousy, unfunny tripe that she 'writes'; thinking that would be enough, but clearly it isn't. I hate to seem like a drama queen with these Exto-labeled 'long walks' away, but the circle of fun is drawing smaller by the day. She's brought out the absolute worst in people, turning respectable folks into fawning lickspittles and anyone that dares speak up as traitorous. Well, basta ya. Hope to hell I'm all wrong about our beloved going the way of the passenger pigeon, but I'm not feeling optimistic. Just wanted to drop a line to tell you what is going on in my wee bird-brain. Maybe we need an escape pod, though for the life of me I can't imagine where that would be. I'll keep an eye on you, I owe you too much to just walk away. But I'm hibernating for a while. Will be traveling a bunch soon anyway, and I've already weaned off pretty well. Ok, I have to crash. Let me know what your thoughts are when you get a chance. Have you been doing well of late? It brought a smile to my face to hear about your Sunday Shortzapaloozah Ritual. Hold on to things like that, amigo, they can be like sand through your fingers. Oh god, now all I can hear is feckin' Dust in the Wind. Gah!

          Take care, abrazos profundos compa

          p.s. any word on the funding yet?

          1. not that Dewey

            No word on the funding until maybe August. But it didn't go well. The scientist who was supposed to deliver the presentation took the day off, and I thought it would be a formality — step up there and tell them what we want. But apparently scientists are whiny bitches, too, and sensing that I wouldn't be able to fight back as well as he could, they laid into it. I did the best I could, but I don't have the scientific insight that he does, and it felt like a rigged game. As soon as it was over I wrote to him and told him to turn on the damage control, which he did, but it would have been better if he had done it there. We'll see.

            I didn't notice that thing last night; I guess that's why you wanted to meet in the back? Texan Bulldogette has deleted what were apparently the offending comments, but from the context, and from something that Lavrentiy Barbia said, it appears Dashboard Jesus has committed some anti-Soviet agitation, too? We always had a Cult of Personality around Ken Layne (Kenin?), but he never turned the machinery of the state against itself. This new Cult has a decidedly different character. Ken used to abuse us, and he was occasionally touchy about criticism, but he was always darkly sarcastic about it, and not self-righteous. In short, Ken's abuse of us was funny, and/or we were extremely codependent.

            Like you, I've been weaning myself off my emotional dependence on this site. Stop in, make some wisecracks, and get out. It's only fun as long as it's still fun. We'll be like those orthodox communists who, when they eventually got sent to the camps, still praised the principles upon which the State had been founded, and regarded all of this messiness (so messy!) as an aberration. You today, me tomorrow!

            We all thought that Wonkette wouldn't survive the IntenseDebate transformation, and it certainly changed, and some people didn't come back after that, and then it evolved into something even cooler — the collapsible threads turned out to be a boon to the rapid-fire response paradigm, and the long-form sincere comment came of age.

            As far as where we would spend our exile, I have commenting accounts on a few sites, which I almost never use — RawStory (too random), TPM (Josh Marshall would have even less tolerance for our shenanigans, and it's only occasionally funny). At both of these I appear as my original Wonkette name and rock-n-roll stage persona, from before I learned how to be funny!

            I've had my eye on Pharyngula as a place to live out the twilight years. They treat creationists and republicans the way we treat creationists and republicans over here; they're all smart and funny, and they know how to manage a troll. Plus, I've seen Naked Bunny with a Whip over there, and there are probably others, maybe using different names. I just haven't settled on an identity, yet.

            Now, commiegirl has sobered up and is over there making nice to Texan Bulldogette. I'm tempted to go poke the hornet's nest.

          2. not that Dewey

            I didn't wait for your response. I reached for the cool touch of the banhammer. I poked the hornet's nest. What have we got to lose, at this point?

  13. Chichikovovich

    “the heavyweight champion of my life… I didn’t mean weight! That came out wrong.”

    "Sorry, I meant to say "mass", which is the intrinsic property, unlike "weight", which depends in part on the mass of the other large object in reciprocal attraction. … What? Apologize? come on, I just did!

  14. Texan_Bulldog

    Shoot, this is nothing. Did you see him reciting the lyrics to the Davey Crockett song? Guess he learned not to sing anymore but man…he probably shouldn't have anything to do with music again…ever.

  15. SheriffRoscoe

    Ann married Mitt for his wit, obviously. Men from the older generation seem to think that their wives actually enjoy having their weight played for laffs. A guy at the church I went to growing up used to announce to the congregation from the pulpit that when he married his wife she had a coca-cola bottle figure, but over the years had turned into a root-beer jug. HAHA. That was a good one.

    1. NellCote71

      Oh, gad. You just reminded me why I gave up three-times-a-week forced church almost 50 years ago.

  16. SheriffRoscoe

    another sad, silent night of bad teevee and ice cream and turning in early

    Mitt should tell that to all the Super Tuesday primary states. He's been looking for an opportunity to connect – here it is!

  17. DCBloom

    The Weight

    I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead;
    I just need some place where I can lay my head.
    "Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"
    He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.

    (Chorus:)
    Take a load off Annie, take a load for free;
    Take a load off Annie, And (and) (and) you put the load right on me.

  18. MissTaken

    Good, now Ann won't feel guilty about kicking Mitt to the couch tonight so she can enjoy some "Fifty Shades Of Grey" as the good Lord intended.

  19. proudgrampa

    "Not only is she the heavyweight champion of my life, she's like the best dog I ever owned. And you all know how much I love my dogs. What?"

  20. Dudleydidwrong

    "In this corner, wearing white trunks: Ann Romney–reigning heavyweight champeen of the world!"

    "And in this corner, wearing shit-stained magic underwear: Mitt Romney–loser of his last seventy-four bouts and flat on his back in all of 'em."

  21. JustPixelz

    This is like the time Rush LImbaugh told one of his wives: "Honey, you're the slut and prostitute of my dreams … Oops, that came out wrong — I didn't mean slut."

  22. chascates

    Still a long way from Dubya's comment about his wife as "the lump in the bed next to me."

  23. Jukesgrrl

    When he's getting crap for his clumsy language Mitt could take a tip from his #1 fan Ted Nugent and reply, "I don't objectify women. I'd like to think that I'm optimizing their hardware."

  24. OhNoGuy

    Just remember that GWB couldn't string 10 words together that were coherent and the great American public elected him twice.
    Kind of takes the fun out of this, doesn't it?

  25. clblabin

    I have faith that, with a lot of hard, hard work, Mittens has the charisma and electability to beat Newt Gingrich and Rick Santorum among women. Gonna be a squeaker, though.

  26. DocChaos

    Bad TV and ice cream followed by an early bedtime is a GOOD night at my house!

    My life is pathetic.

  27. MinAgain

    Mitt then said, "She's a real knockout. Wait…I don't mean I hit her. That came out wrong."

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