London’s Burning With Romney Now
Yesterday, en route to a big old piece of schadenfreude about Mitt Romney’s disastrous first twelve minutes in the UK, I asked why Obama couldn’t say howdy to a foreign leader without being accused of siding with Otherstan, but when Mitt skips across the pond to restore the “special relationship,” it’s a solemn and important mission. Why is one “global” (read: Muslim) and the other
anglo-saxon “diplomatic” (read: What Nixon was good at)?
That was yesterday. Now that Mitt’s proven incapable of opening his mouth without embarrassing himself, and been told what-for by everybody from the Prime Minister to the British tabloids, the tune on the right has changed. Suddenly, gun-hating, socialized medicine-having England is the capital of Otherstan. How do you deal with the contradiction of having to condemn the very country you were, two days ago, just courting? We turn, as we always do with Mitt Romney and cognitive dissonance, to WaPo columnist Jennifer Rubin. Here’s Rubin on Tuesday:
The Obama campaign can’t bear the thought that the well-traveled Mitt Romney will make a nice impression on his overseas tour.
No doubt they were shaking in their commemorative “We’re Not George W Bush” boots. By the way, is that the same “well-traveled Romney” who regularly warns about the US becoming <spooky>Europe</spooky>? He must have well-traveled to some other Europe than the one he’s visiting right now.
Anyway, here’s Rubin today:
By the way, British Prime Minister David Cameron’s apology for the flag mix-up to the Great Leader’s gulag should give the American press a clue about this guy’s view of the world.
Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrre we go. Two days ago, we were restoring the “special relationship” with Britain. Now, England’s BFFs with North Korea. (Rubin also finds space in her column to sneer at the Olympics, the very concept of diplomacy, and pretty much the entire rest of the world.) But that’s how it goes: Mitt Romney will be president, even if it means relocating London to Pyongyang. (h/t Wonkette)