Just eat the fucking cookie!

I stole my title today from New York magazine, in its article about Mitt Romney at a Pennsylvania rally this week.  He really doesn't get it.  He regrets putting his dog Shamus on the top of his car on a nine hour trip to Canada only after Gail Collins got hold of the story, but he doesn't yet know true regret.  Can't wait until Gail Collins starts her "cookiegate" columns.  In case you haven't heard:  Romney was sitting at a table with some Republican folks from Bethel, Pa. discussing his policies and noted a plate of cookies in front of him.  Instead of eating one and saying "hmm, delicious," he challenged where they came from, suggesting that they weren't homemade but came from a local 7-Eleven (they actually were from a local bakery--the pride of Bethel) and he declined to eat one.  Remember, Mitt, this is the country where people elect their presidents because they think they'd be more fun to have a beer with.  Oops, sorry about ending with a preposition, just overly delighted that Mitt is still Mitt.