Do you want to try me again, or was that just a hit and run? You might as well put on that pussy hat I sent you. I do it all the time in this cold weather, it's liberating.
At least now Orrin Hatch can sit on his back porch and stare out over the mountains with binoculars, looking for illegals and counting his dough.
Mitt has been incredibly quiet of late. I'm sure he's had enough of this charade too.