Mitt Romney at the Beach:
At what point in yesterday's bacchanalia on the beach did Mitt Romney think things had might have gone too far? Held at the ocean-kissing home of billionaire David Koch, it was a $50,000 a head fundraiser for the ostensible Republican nominee for president. Really, one well-placed drone attack and the moral balance of the world would have instantly improved significantly.

Romney had already been at fundraisers at the homes of Ron Perelman and Clifford Sobel. The Hamptons are lovely and filled with mega-rich people who a truly just God would drag under the sand and suffocate slowly. And yesterday was sunny, perfect for a day of multiple Mitt galas.

At Koch's joint, Romney's lips were already chapped because of all the moneyed dick and clit he had engorged in the first two gatherings. He turned to Ann, who smiled and knew her job for the rest of the evening. God, it was an awful spectacle. Ann Romney was handed around like a blow-up doll during hazing time at a frat house filled with pledges. Mitt watched, loyal husband, as the financiers and corporate CEOs and executives took turns, sometimes two or three at a time, and Ann graciously, even lady-like, took it all, all the pricks and twats, all the fingers and tongues, all the juices and jizz, like a fountain in reverse. If Mitt didn't know better, he'd think that Ann enjoyed it. When the hosts, David and Charles Koch, were done tag-team fisting her, they said they had a surprise, one that they knew Mitt would go along with. When they brought out the horse, Mitt didn't even feel queasy. How else would he earn enough filthy lucre to surpass the vaunted Obama fundraising machine? He winked at Ann and, oh, a splendid time was had by all. Especially the horse.

Of course, there was no alcohol or caffeine. You have to draw the line somewhere.

There's only one way to endure all the shit that out-of-touch wealthy people believe and say. No, really, when you are in a room with someone who said, as one woman did from the passenger seat of her Range Rover, "I don't think the common person is getting it...Nobody understands why Obama is hurting them. We've got the message...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," you are under an ethical obligation to throw champagne in her face and leave. If you don't, if, in fact, you court these motherfuckers in their demented goals - more wealth, the subverting of U.S. security for Israel's, more wealth - then you must have no soul. You must enjoy their company. You must be one of them and share their beliefs.

Oh, how these rich cocks and cunts loved it when Barack Obama was their novelty toy, but when it turned out that he wasn't the perfect lawn jockey for them, doing one or two things that displeased them, they replaced him as if he was a statue that had been broken by a drunkenly-driven Bentley.