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To the Manor Born

He is not sure how he did it,
but Mitt Romney, who is worth 
about a quarter of a billion dollars,
has become the poster candidate
for the 1% who own half our wealth.


That is an uncomfortable identification,
but yesterday Mitt trumped himself.
He allowed Donald Trump to anoint him.


Whether The Donald actually has an obscene amount of money,
or just manipulates a lot of money obscenely, 
it does not seem shrewd of The Mitt
to seem anxious to identify with even more money.
There is, after all, a huge anger in the country
about who has enough money, and who doesn't.  


Mitt seems uneasy about his money.
The Donald boasts about his.  


It is worse than that. 
Donald Trump is a birther:
that is, he says Barack Obama
was apparently born in Kenya,
and illegitimately holds office.  


Donald isn't just a birther.  
He is a conspiracy theorist.  


Mitt isn't a birther conspirator,
but he does have a tin ear.
He cannot hear what he himself sounds like.  


"I am also unemployed!", he said.
And, "Corporations are people, my friend!"
"I like being able to fire people who provide services to me!"


There is a very big issue here.
It has to do with the kind of society we want to be. 


Together we make laws.
At present, the laws and rules and regulations 
funnel a huge share of our wealth to the top.  
A change in laws and regulations might,
and have, arranged for a more equitable distribution
of the wealth of our resources and labor. 


We do not, of course, all agree
on where our wealth should go,
but that is what is at stake.
That is what the fury and the flurry is about. 
So we should recognize it,
and talk about it.  


Today, The Donald cornered The Mitt,
and gave Mitt a hearty handshake, 
yanking him off balance:  the manly-man trick!


In Las Vegas!  


Looks bad.  Smells bad.  Sounds bad.  


Mitt Romney has no personal experience 
with what most ordinary people feel or think.
He cannot hear their pain or feel their fears, 
or however that goes.  You know:  the common man thing.  

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