Wouldn’t you love to be a fly on the wall in the inner recesses of the Romney domicile?
Ann: Honey, do I really have to be your point man on this tax thing?
Mitt: Sweetie, believe me. Just look right at the camera and say , “Enough is enough.” Or something to that effect.
Ann: But has it been enough, Dear?
Mitt: Tell ’em you’re sick and tired of it all. That the more we release, the more they’ll have to criticize. The more ammunition. OK?
Ann: So, not even one more return?
Mitt: That’s just it. You know how they pick on me. I’m a decent guy. You know that. I have integrity. Irreproachable. Don’t forget to mention the tithes. Lay it on thick.
Ann: Well, if you insist, Mitt. But aren’t you politicizing my spotless image? Homemaker, mother, survivor. I’m a role model. What if I come off bitchy and overbearing?
Mitt: Honey, remember what I told you. God forgives what you do in a campaign. As long as you have good intentions. It’s OK. Ya think it was fair for what those British papers called me. Mitt the Twit? It hurts. So we gotta play a little dirty. We’ll have plenty of time in the White House to decontaminate.
Ann: We’re doubling down, then?
Mitt: Exactly. We don’t want another McCain fiasco. Believe me. Americans have real short attention spans. This tax thing won’t have legs after the Convention.
Ann: And with that Citizens United dough …
Mitt: Yep. And don’t forget the negative ads and the voter suppression.
Ann: Mitt, I feel better already.
Mitt: Now shall we discuss Paul Ryan?