Harper's takes his gaffes and turns them into...poetry.
From the post...
Some have begun to detect a literary current in Mitt Romney’s seemingly mindless ramblings—a stream-of-consciousness that reflects, perhaps, the romantic wistfulness of the middle-aged man facing his own mortality. Or maybe that’s just me, being a middle-aged man and everything; my co-blogger Jack, for his part, tends to think of Romney’s gaffes as perfect near-haikus:
Look at those clouds.
It’s beautiful.
Look at those things.
I love being in Michigan.
The trees are the right height.
The grass is the right color for this time of year,
Kind of a brownish-greenish sort of thing.
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