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Proclivity for Pleading

Wednesday, 24 October 2012 10:52 By Lee R. Haven, SpeakOut | Op-Ed

Is anyone in the mainstream media gonna mention Romney's near breakdowns during the debates with Obama?

They happen near the end. He faces the camera---eyes beseeching, mouth quivering, brow sweating----and he throws specificity of his alleged achievements to the wind.

I can do this, he pleads. I've done this all my life. See, I ran a business. I know what it takes. Please elect me over this clod who probably has problems balancing his checkbook.

At that point, I'm hearing that desperate salesman that Jack Lemon played expertly in David Mamet's powerful "Glengarry Glen Ross."

Or the generic used car salesman still trying to get you to buy that car just when you've discovered the radio is missing and you're walking away.

Or some strange man at your door selling vacuum cleaners.

Y'all still sell these, door to door?

The modern type, mind you, that uses water to suck up the dirt, so you can see it, and look, I've been selling these things all my life and I know vacuums....

Then, in Debate 2, this walking over to Obama to question him more closely. Didn't you say that? Didn't you?

I've read folks in the other media talking about this, like those on blogs, or I've heard people in discussions about the debates. Not a peep from NBC, CNN and the rest of them. (Not that we'd expect such an observation from Fox, where Romney has been nothing short of brilliant when not bothered by that Candy plant and, as befits such brilliance, as evidenced by the inestimable efforts of reliable Rasmussen, is suddenly leading in the polls by a gazillion).

This is why I said Obama also won Debate 1. He was just standing (or slouching) there, being cool, making profound points. He cited, for example, a "trend" in Romney's oft-changed positions on, well, on just about everything while Romney was in his corner uncomfortably smirking and blurting out his new positions, then---- when the potted plant of a moderator got a word in edgewise to intimate that time was indeed running out----offering his emotional spiel (if that's not redundant) on why voters should pull the lever for him because he knows how to run a business since he's done it all his life, even as a babe in a crib, just like that precocious boy in that stock commercial, and look, let's get serious here because, as you know, he's hired people and restructured businesses on the brink of collapse while the business experience of the charlatan across from him extends no further than a faculty lounge of effete Marxist theorists and.....

Expect more, I suppose, in Debate 3 Monday.

I smell an impulse control problem.

I had a little of this myself (some who say a lot) when I was younger. (Some would say I'm flattering myself if I believe it has since dissipated.)

Trust me, you don't know you're that close to your opponent in an argument and you are certainly not aware of that outlandish thing you just said, as Mitt did, as a precursor for the presidential back-and forths, when debating one of his Republican challengers, "I'll bet you $10,000." You just want that son of a female dog to admit he hears you, that you have a good point, for why bother with the subsequent insights if you're not gonna acknowledge the gotcha I just hit your sorry excuse for a debater's ass with just now?

Boy, what must it be to be Ann.

Boy, what must it be to be that infamous red button knowing such a personality, and only he, is allowed to press you.

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Proclivity for Pleading

Wednesday, 24 October 2012 10:52 By Lee R. Haven, SpeakOut | Op-Ed

Is anyone in the mainstream media gonna mention Romney's near breakdowns during the debates with Obama?

They happen near the end. He faces the camera---eyes beseeching, mouth quivering, brow sweating----and he throws specificity of his alleged achievements to the wind.

I can do this, he pleads. I've done this all my life. See, I ran a business. I know what it takes. Please elect me over this clod who probably has problems balancing his checkbook.

At that point, I'm hearing that desperate salesman that Jack Lemon played expertly in David Mamet's powerful "Glengarry Glen Ross."

Or the generic used car salesman still trying to get you to buy that car just when you've discovered the radio is missing and you're walking away.

Or some strange man at your door selling vacuum cleaners.

Y'all still sell these, door to door?

The modern type, mind you, that uses water to suck up the dirt, so you can see it, and look, I've been selling these things all my life and I know vacuums....

Then, in Debate 2, this walking over to Obama to question him more closely. Didn't you say that? Didn't you?

I've read folks in the other media talking about this, like those on blogs, or I've heard people in discussions about the debates. Not a peep from NBC, CNN and the rest of them. (Not that we'd expect such an observation from Fox, where Romney has been nothing short of brilliant when not bothered by that Candy plant and, as befits such brilliance, as evidenced by the inestimable efforts of reliable Rasmussen, is suddenly leading in the polls by a gazillion).

This is why I said Obama also won Debate 1. He was just standing (or slouching) there, being cool, making profound points. He cited, for example, a "trend" in Romney's oft-changed positions on, well, on just about everything while Romney was in his corner uncomfortably smirking and blurting out his new positions, then---- when the potted plant of a moderator got a word in edgewise to intimate that time was indeed running out----offering his emotional spiel (if that's not redundant) on why voters should pull the lever for him because he knows how to run a business since he's done it all his life, even as a babe in a crib, just like that precocious boy in that stock commercial, and look, let's get serious here because, as you know, he's hired people and restructured businesses on the brink of collapse while the business experience of the charlatan across from him extends no further than a faculty lounge of effete Marxist theorists and.....

Expect more, I suppose, in Debate 3 Monday.

I smell an impulse control problem.

I had a little of this myself (some who say a lot) when I was younger. (Some would say I'm flattering myself if I believe it has since dissipated.)

Trust me, you don't know you're that close to your opponent in an argument and you are certainly not aware of that outlandish thing you just said, as Mitt did, as a precursor for the presidential back-and forths, when debating one of his Republican challengers, "I'll bet you $10,000." You just want that son of a female dog to admit he hears you, that you have a good point, for why bother with the subsequent insights if you're not gonna acknowledge the gotcha I just hit your sorry excuse for a debater's ass with just now?

Boy, what must it be to be Ann.

Boy, what must it be to be that infamous red button knowing such a personality, and only he, is allowed to press you.

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