It’s awfully tough for a politician who forces a dog to the ride on the roof of the family car to live it down. In her column today, Kathleen Parker extends some spirited advice to Mitt Romney, encouraging him to ignore pundits who assume he can’t win, but she adds this gem:
This is when friends are supposed to intervene and remind you of who you are. The problem is, a candidate doesn’t have friends. He has advisers, consultants, contributors and All Those People out there — Everyday Americans with their cellphones pointing, snapping and clicking. You need them to love you, but it’s not your nature to ingratiate yourself. The whole process is exhausting and humiliating and — can we be frank? — monumentally stupid at times. Most of the time.
If you’re lucky, you have a good dog. Never mind.
Ouch.








