Mrs. Charm’s paternal ancestors left Wales (Babylon) in the 1850s, among a multitude of Mormon converts bound for the U.S. on ocean-crossing, side-paddle steamers. Her direct several greats grandfather made it as far as Kansas where his wife proved too ill to continue their wagon trek to the Great Salt Lake (Zion). Eventually their descendants left the church altogether.
But his brother pushed on and became a Mormon high muckety muck. None of which is directly dispositive of why I dislike President Golfpants so much (see here, here, and here for that), but it may help explain why I have nothing against Mormons in general or Mitt Romney in particular.
Before last night’s “debate,” I wished he had more balls (as some wiseguy said, if Sarah Palin loaned him one of hers then they’d both have two) and would show exactly how the Democrats are stealing us blind with their phony “stimulus” spending that mostly goes to their cronies, and why their welfare state will bankrupt us as it has Greece and Spain. But he did just fine.
Barring some unforeseen catastrophe, he ought to win handily. Barry may still eke it out, but it’s hard to believe people could want four more years of a tanked economy, more unemployment and higher taxes—not to mention higher electric and gasoline bills. Just so they can be proud that they voted for a half-black man. Even if he is a charlatan. Bah.
High time to let an experienced businessman try his hand at a fix. Only Obama, Reid and Pelosi make it look like rocket science. Romney knows it isn’t.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 