Today, at a campaign rally in Michigan, Mitt Romney uttered the following:

“Now, I love being home in this place where Ann and I were raised, where both of us were born. Ann was born in Henry Ford Hospital; I was born in Harper Hospital. No one’s ever asked to see my birth certificate — they know that this is the place that we were born and raised.”

Ahh, I love the smell of racism in the morning. Sure, defenders of Mitt Romney have said that he was only joking. His campaign has stated emphatically that Mitt Romney has always said that the President was born in the United States, despite never expressing sentiments of that nature in front of a Republican crowd hungry for some Anti-Obama red meat. One needs protective head wear because of all the false equivalencies being thrown around:  “Mitt’s joke was alright because the President has joked about birth certificates too!” – “What about that PrioritiesUSA ad?” – and my personal favorite, “But the President once made a Seamus joke!” Yes, because joking about an actual incident where Mitt Romney strapped a dog to his roof is exactly like racism.

I wish I could say that I’m surprised, but I’m not. The “Obama doesn’t understand America” talk. The embracing of Donald Trump. The steady drumbeat by Mitt Romney and his surrogates that the President is running an “angry” campaign. The dishonest, racially tinged welfare ads.  Now with Mitt dabbling in birtherism it’s safe to say that this stuff is long past being dog-whistle politics. This is Bullhorn politics – as if all those rats who hate the President so much that they’re willing to vote against their own self interests really need Mitt to be their pied piper. I mean, who still tries to sure up their base in late August? Mitt Romney, that’s who. Those Sarah Palin hate rallies, the ones with all the foaming at the mouth attendees, the “palling around with terrorists” rhetoric – it will all seem like a Swedish massage compared to what we’re about to see. Hold on to your fucking hats folks.