Mitt Romney spent his weekend hanging out with other privileged rich douchebags

By Michael J.W. Stickings

I'm rich. Screw you.

You know, just hanging out, raking in the cash, shitting on the American people -- the sorts of things he and his douchy rich ilk do best.

(Think Progress reminds us: "Romney's tax plan would give the richest 0.1% of Americans an average tax cut of $264,000." Any wonder why they were out in full force out in the Hamptons? It's all about the money -- them having even more of it than they do now.)

Example #1:

A woman in a blue chiffon dress poked her head out of a black Range Rover here on Sunday afternoon and yelled to an aide to Mitt Romney, "Is there a V.I.P. entrance. We are V.I.P."

No such entrance existed.

Example #2:

A New York City donor a few cars back, who also would not give her name, said Romney needed to do a better job connecting. "I don't think the common person is getting it," she said from the passenger seat of a Range Rover stamped with East Hampton beach permits. "Nobody understands why Obama is hurting them.

"We've got the message," she added. "But my college kid, the baby sitters, the nails ladies -- everybody who's got the right to vote -- they don't understand what's going on. I just think if you're lower income -- one, you're not as educated, two, they don't understand how it works, they don't understand how the systems work, they don't understand the impact."

These people, otherwise, known as Romney's base, are reprehensible.

Everybody who's got the right to vote -- you mean, like, everybody, even women and Negroes and people who don't own slaves?

Uneducated poor people who just don't get it -- right, because you're a fucking genius, you fucking piece of shit.

Sorry, but how else to respond to such plutocratic entitlement? Makes you realize the French were onto something when they decided they'd had enough of Louis and Marie.