It's been like fraternity rush around here with all the frantic Rombots demanding that we render the blood oath to (whatever his first name is) Romney. I can only surmise that they have been promised (lower level )jobs, maybe assistant to the director or an `ombudsman' of some sort in whatever (blue?) state they live in for their services provided in bullying the rest of us. We're like a herd of cats, aren't we? I continue to maintain that it is in our best interests to keep Mitt (?) guessing. He has in his pocket the lieberal Republicans over at the Weekly Standard, Wall Street Journal and National Review, and, of course, the Blond Disappointment. Of course, those in the middle are shell-shocked and are ready to bail on The Won. So it looks like he has it int he bag, but that still isn't good enough for them. The only pawns he isn't sure about are here and there, and other places, and he knows we aren't sold. Like buying a used car--someone feel free to post the wonderful picture of Used Car Salesman Romney, tooth glinting--you don't walk onto the lot holding out a fist-full of hundreds, and walk over to a particular car and tell a guy like Mitt, "You had me at `Hello'!" As of today I will go into the voting booth not knowing what I will do, and I recommend it to other conservatives as well. For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, it's called "Let's make a deal." So far all we're hearing from his (vocal) supporters here is, "Just give him a blank check ya schmo, fer cryin' out loud, you know the junker you're driving is no good--trust him, he's GOP, get your a**e** in line. What's wrong with you?!" Nope. Not gonna do it. Wouldn't be prudent. **Express** (that means `written,' for you Romrrhoids) assurances in the party platform would be a good start. `Nuff said. For now. I'm going to go nurse my cluster headache now.