Mitt, my old governor Mitt, I’m begging you to sit back, pour yourself a root beer, and consider something before you take the stage tonight for the most important 90 minutes of your political life.
Think about the hundreds and sometimes thousands of people you’ve seen just about every day for the last couple of years. No, Mitt, not your advisers and consultants. No again, not the multimillionaire contributors you’ve shared crab cakes with in the Hamptons and Palm Beach. This is exactly the problem.