What happens when a stiff, patrician snob with little charm and too much cash meets a friendly racist who despite serving in the government for decades wants to abolish the government? What doesn’t happen!
Apparently, Romneybot and RPK are bonding on the campaign trail like two dudes who kind of knew each other a bit but then saw Band of Brothers together and were like, “friends forever, brah!”
Once there was a challenge of a softball game from the Ron Paul clan to the Mitt Romney clan. “They didn’t show up,” Mr. Paul says. “We didn’t schedule it. We really razz them about that, ‘You guys chickened out!’”
When Mr. Paul’s campaign jet broke down last year in Wolfeboro, N.H., Mr. Romney’s wife, Ann, offered to let Mr. Paul, an aide and one of his granddaughters stay the night at their summer home on Lake Winnipesaukee. When Mr. Romney arrived later, he offered his jet to take them home to Texas. Mr. Paul, not wanting to impose, was grateful but declined both offers.
Such is the nature of the political courtship–friendly ribbing and coy refusals leading to hushed whispers and surprised wives. Although considering this quote, I’m not sure how surprised they’d actually be:
The candidates’ spouses, Ann Romney and Carol Paul, “know each other better than any of the other wives,” Mr. Paul said. He and Mr. Romney talk “all the time” and “we’ve met all their kids.” Once he telephoned Mr. Romney just as Mr. Romney was calling him. “Sometimes I’m never sure who issued a call,” he said.
No, you hang up first!
It’s hard to deny the intense homoeroticism of the campaign trail; chubby, balding punditards eating hot dogs; sad, lonely, and probably curious Promise Keeper boys handing out bracelets; it can be lonely out there. But who would have thought that these two veteran campaigners would ever see eye-to-eye?
Such is the loving bond that two men can form on the long, hard road.