Mitt Romney vs. dead potted plant, Mark Morford
It is not very easy to care about Mitt Romney.
It’s a bit of a phenomenon, actually. It has proven almost impossible for most Americans to muster interest in this numbly rich, exceedingly bland caricature of a candidate, a man who is almost completely devoid of deep ideas or astute observation, who stands for nothing and says nothing you can ever remember, whose last ten speeches can be rolled into a fist-sized ball of palliative mush, hurled against a wall and then observed to ooze slowly to the floor, ending in a moist, displeasing plop. Fun!
There have been articles. There have been alarming notes coming in from all over the Interwebs talking about Mitt Revulsion Syndrome (MRS); websites and blogs, newspapers and TV shows alike have found that feature pieces about the GOP’s favorite tepid Mormon get the fewest clicks, viewers race away in droves, no one cares. Turns out Americans will do anything to escape Mitt’s creepy glare, his heavily shellacked aura, his vacuous everything. In short, Mitt is traffic poison.
(Author’s Note: So dangerous is MRS that I was hesitant to put his name in the headline to this column. Are you reading it now? Then I am lucky. Or perhaps I changed the headline to “Porn Star iPhone 5 Naked Gosling!” to get you to click on it. Did I? Sorry).
The rest: http://blog.sfgate.com/morford/2012/08/14/mitt-romney-potted-plant/
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