Romney Trains to be a Master Debater, But Can’t Get a Grip

Relaxing at home today after a grueling one hundred and twenty-two point seven-five hour week, I might have forgiven myself for ignoring the telephone.  On the other hand, every single one of those hours was billed at my fully loaded rate, and I didn’t get into a hay-making situation like that by being some kind… Continue reading Romney Trains to be a Master Debater, But Can’t Get a Grip

Mitt Romney’s Southern Fried French Connection

While relaxing at home in Great Falls, Virginia, this afternoon, I received a telephone call from Jacques, my thoroughly French friend from La Sorbonne. Jacques: Hello, Tom?  Comment vas-tu? Tom: Ca va, et toi? Jacques: To tell the truth, my friend Tom, I am not so happy today, because of what I have read on… Continue reading Mitt Romney’s Southern Fried French Connection