THE DUMBEST IDEA ANYBODY (GOP-E) EVER HAD WAS TAPPING MITT ROMNEY AS THE NOMINEE.
Posted on 03/10/2012 4:22:42 AM PST by Cincinatus' Wife
A man of constant sorrow who roams this world alone, doomed to realize his greatest loves only in dreams.
Does this sound like the description of a man running for President?
More like a tortured artist, right?
Believe it or not, that’s the inner life suggested by the songs Mitt Romney cherished enough to put on his Spotify playlist.
Yes, it’s that Mitt Romney we’re talking about, better known as a wildly successful business tycoon, doting family man, eager public servant and all around handsome guy.
Who knew?
Romney opens his 25 song list with The Soggy Bottom Boys’ version of that classic song of suffering “I Am A Man of Constant Sorrow.” He goes on to pepper the list with Clint Black’s cover of the Eagles’ ode to a shut-down loner “Desperado,” Roy Orbison’s uber-mopey “Crying” (along with his classic song of thwarted love “In Dreams”), Johnny Cash’s rumination on eternal damnation, “Ring of Fire,” and Willie Nelson’s take on the ultimate song of hopeless yearning, “Somewhere Over The Rainbow.”
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THE DUMBEST IDEA ANYBODY (GOP-E) EVER HAD WAS TAPPING MITT ROMNEY AS THE NOMINEE.
I like those tunes and would put them up against Obama’s any day. This is a non-story. I’m against Romney’s candidacy but this stuff is rediculous.
Ol’ Mitt, why he’s just a good old boy, y’all look at them songs. /s
Trying to read anything other than a calculated attempt to appeal to those who actually do like those songs is an exercise in futility.
I agree this is fine, but I think this song issue came up last time, in 2007. (It was less inspiring)
No one spends around a $160,000,000.00 dollars on shaping/creating their image over a five year period, without getting better at it.
(Noboby down here actually calls them that. Maybe he's been studying too much South Park)
I can not agree with Romney’s politics, but I do like his choice of music artists.
You know he looks in the mirror each morning and thinks he’s George clooney.
Remember, newt’s playlist is all Abba stuff.
Well, wonder why there ain’t no Hank on ol’ Mitt’s list? Even teetotaling Southern Baptists love them some Hank.
No, that was June Carter's rumination on her instant and overwhelming sexual attraction to Johnny Cash, which began when they were each married to someone else.
What a foolish, as well as ignorant, article. I'm no fan of Romney, but this silly screed just proves that our economy is still employing too many "journalists."
Compared to what, Santorum trying to make the GOP a pro-abortion party?
Then Mitt has "picked" wisely. How did the MSM get that list? Hmmmmmm?
I wonder if there is an “I like grits morning, noon and night” ditty in there somewhere.
Just think of him as Mitt Headroom, sans any hint of edginess, sanitized for broadbased appeal.
Hey, it worked in Massachusetts. Just got to tinker around with the AI personality module a little for foreign markets.
For angst, try this. Paul Newman http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dG9tuuznL1Y&feature=related
For a reminder of people screaming out to Christ, of broken people, of Johnny Cash, try this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4KqM0xZQVpE
Yeah, I’ve got some of those on my iPod, and prefer Adam (the gay’s) Lambert’s “Ring of Fire.” But I also have everything from contemporary Christian to techno to Usher to Weird Al.
I am the man of constant sorrow
I've seen trouble all my days
I bid farewell to ol' Kentucky
The place where I was born and raised.
The place where he was born and raised
For six long years I've been in trouble,
no pleasure here on earth I've found
For in this world, I'm bound to ramble,
I have no friends to help me now.
He has no friends to help him now
It's fair thee well, my old true lover,
I never expect to see you again.
For I'm bound to ride that Northern Railroad,
perhaps I'll die upon this train
Perhaps he'll die upon this train
You can bury me in some deep valley,
For many years where I may lay.
And you may learn to love another
while I am sleeping in my grave.
While he is sleeping in his grave
Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger
My face you never will see no more
But there is one promise that is given,
I'll meet you on Gods golden shore
He'll meet you on God's golden shore
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