Antichrist. False prophet. Muslim. Phony birth certificate.
They've taken their best shots and Barack Obama is still standing. The numbers are getting better. The president is finding his Buffet Rule stride.
Meantime, Mitt Romney, the "Massachusetts Moderate," is the presumptive GOP nominee. Other than Newt Gingrich and Ron Paul, nobody's left now that Rick Santorum has quit the race ahead of the primary election in his home state of Pennsylvania, where he would have been beaten like a rented mule come April 24th.
I feel sad. I had hoped the Republican primary would grind on, the entertainment value was that good. This, after all, was the crew that gave us outlawed contraception, "oops," dance numbers by Mr. and Mrs. Bachmann, 30-foot electrified fences, and Etch a Sketch.
Now it will be vanilla ice cream every day, Mitt Romney squaring his pro-choice, pro-mandate past with his "severely conservative" presidential future. This after dropping the "loser" bomb on Santorum in TV ads running this week in the Keystone State, delivering a classy kick in the shorts to the former senator as he was heading for the door.
Romney will no doubt take a breather in the weeks ahead, bracing himself for post Labor Day campaigning backed by the $700 million or $800 million he's likely to collect from post-Citizen United interests who will expect payback big time. And should he win, Mitt will comply. He's a company guy, after all.
I'm betting on America. My money's on the smart folks out there who work for wages, which is most of America. They look at Romney and see the guy who wouldn't give them a two-dollar-an-hour raise. He's the boss who pushed the 15 percent hike in health insurance premiums onto the employees; the absentee manager who showed up at the plant one Friday afternoon and told you to clear out your locker.
There was a time in my life I worked for wages and thought that was the way of the world. Later, I was a newspaper reporter. I wrote about the good, the bad and the ugly in the little town I covered where I developed a strong empathy for people who have to choose between filling the car or feeding the kids; between taking a child they know is seriously ill to the doctor, or waiting to see what happens; between making rent or paying the heating bill.
Mitt Romney's never known any of this. He was born into wealth and privilege, somehow avoided Vietnam as many well-connected young men did, hung around France seeking converts to Mormonism, and then slid into a job that paid him hundreds of millions of dollars before he was 40.
For Mitt Romney, life was like winning the lottery every day.
It's not "class warfare," guys. It's about a level playing field. I don't resent Mitt's wealth because I'm doing fine. I just wish Romney would be honest and talk about helping his fellow Americans get on the same path that led him to the Promised Land instead of telling us how he's going to grease the skids to keep them from reaching it.