This is a bird with arms running toward you with a Samurai sword. Obviously.
In that town, in those days, all the women who wore silk or velvet knew all the other women who wore silk or velvet, and when there was a new purchase of sealskin, sick people were got to windows to see it go by.
This man is a lout. A shameless lout, who, among the supposed privacy of close supporters, reveals tellingly that he can conceive of no idea larger than self-interest. As he believes only in Mitt Romney and his ambitions, he can’t conceive that others would believe in anything larger than themselves or their possible personal gain. He stands here, now, his own emptiness laid bare by his own cynical critique of others who will not follow him in selfishness. It is not that Mr. Romney is merely unfit to serve us as president. Based on this latest revelation, it may go much deeper. He may well be unfit to serve us as a fellow citizen.