Today James and I went down to see Michigan's own native son and Bloomfield Hills' hometown hero, Mitt Romney at a rally in Southfield. I wore my Perot 1992 t-shirt. After the rally as Mitt was leaving I got him to pound fists with me. It was very presidential. That's what I like about him. Straight pound, no nonsense and the perfect amount of force. For the record Mitt doesn't explode after the pound.
I call him the Oven Mitt because he can handle the hot issues.
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