Speaking of which, I have dug high and low, but cannot find that random moment in New Hampshire last month when a woman cornered Mitt Romney on why he has turned his back on his own health care reform for Massachusetts. The interesting thing for me in that video was A) how creepy and slithery Mittens is and B) how his wife stood there staring hard (perhaps dazed?) at the woman grilling the former governor.
There are numerous videos out there of Ann Romney talking about her diagnosis and maintenance of Multiple Sclerosis. As someone who was hit very hard by autoimmune diseases a number of years ago, I sympathize with her plight. And like Mrs. Romney, I have excellent doctors who help me and the appropriate drugs to manage my issues.
But what's interesting to me now is how Ann Romney no longer mentions the DRESSAGE that she relied on as her "joy therapy" to help her manage and overcome what can be a costly and debilitating disease. For some reason, I don't think the campaign sees it in Mitt's best interest to highlight the cost of such joy. Though they will ARGUE when the facts aren't correct.
I'd like to forget what the campaign is spinning now, and take another look back at the last campaign and the idea that Mrs. Romney has no idea how many HORSES she really owns (be sure and read the dressage article above for mention of the cost of one of those horses.)
I guess they are wealthy and entitled to spend their money how they want. It's the lying that gets to me (such as calling their mansion in New Hampshire a "little house.") And the spin. And the lack of sincerity. Perhaps the horses are payback for living the good Mormon wife life, but I want to leave with one random thought.
In another interview, Romney described the moment at Mass General Hospital in 1998 when the doctor confirmed the MS diagnosis. Mitt said that the doctor left them alone and that they "embraced." The word left me cold and I'll tell you why. When the perinatologist left my husband and me alone in his office to absorb the news that our 20-week fetus was going to be born with a major, but operable, birth defect, my husband and I didn't "embrace." We clung to each other and sobbed. I recall my husband's skin was the color of pewter and he sort of tipped back to the wall as I stood to grab him. We clung to one another, quite literally, and he kept telling me that it was all going to be okay.
That's how I'd describe it. Even to this day. We were devastated and we clung to each other. We didn't embrace.
And the healthy teenager we have now and the long, hard road it was to get here was made possible by the health care we can afford and the myriad doctors we had access to.
I don't want to hear about fancy ponies and the joy of riding. Nor do I want to hear Ann Romney say she can't recall why she gave $100 to a women's health care organization. I want to know why these folks want to deny to others what they themselves have.
And I want to know what Michelle is going to wear to the next inaugural ball. I can't wait to see it.