Hey, Romney! I'm an old, married, Christian, white, veteran ... and I think you fucking suck!

I was born to a couple of Eisenhower Republicans. Dad was a fighter pilot and a career Naval officer ... Mom was born in Utah and grew up wanting to sing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I should be part of your fucking base! But here's the rub, asswipe. Dad went to his grave at Arlington National Cemetery holding the same core values and beliefs that he spent his entire life defending. Mitt, you change positions like I change my fucking underwear! When Dad got back from WWII, Mom married him, left the Mormon church, and joined his mainstream Presbyterian denomination. But guess what, Mitt, she's almost 90 years old and still kicking, and she has told me that she has no fucking idea what YOU believe in! (OK, Mom did NOT say fuck, but she did say, "He's changed his mind about pretty much everything, hasn't he?"
But I'll say it, FUCK, Mitt! I grew up on Naval Air stations all around this country, from Pax River, Maryland to San Diego, California. But even so, rich boy, we still had the occasional white picket fence, and our neighbors were almost universally white, and conservative (as it was defined before the tea-baggers hi-jacked your party). I should be one of your fucking delegates, but I think you fucking suck!
Furthermore, Mitt, while you pedaled your pampered, privileged, ass around Paris trying to convince French people not to drink wine, I was leaving a few pieces of my OWN tender ass in the A Shau Valley! My number came up, and I didn't think that I was "too important" to go to war. So I think you fucking suck!
Well, there it is, Mitt. While I should be one of those vacuous drones who are currently over-crowding the Tampa strip clubs ... I THINK YOU FUCKING SUCK!