like he belongs on this planet, his programming is defective.

sounds defective.

I get a real kick out of seeing just how pathetic the lives of trolls can be.

Why are you here on Democratic Underground? Do you dispute that Romney's attempts to fit in with average human beings are pathetic?

I'm seeing more typos nowadays.
I have to fight them all the time when I use the ipad.
Dang thing wants to change my typing all the time.

... when you meant "but". Is it an auto-complete error?

The Germans usually use dumplings (Spaetzel) rather than noodles. But Mittens has to come up with some lame way to pander to whatever ethnic group he's in front of.

they called 'chicken pot pie' - which wasn't a pie at all but a mix of wide homemade noodles in a thick chicken and vegetable broth. Recipe passed down for generations - in Pa. Dutch country. Kind of gross and unhealthy really, but remembering it is making me nostalgically hungry for it none-the-same...

Romney is a human malaprop when he tries to "connect with the folks."

Doughnuts, trees, grits, pancakes, cookies, ......

"Thank you for inviting me to your beautiful city; I'm glad to be here." And then go on to give whatever speech or interview he had planned. Instead, he thinks he has to make some kind of connection with the locals (or maybe his handlers told him to do it); and, being basically a Conehead from another planet, he'll make some phony, lame-ass remark about the first object, food, form of vegetation or whatever that he sees - assuming that this will convince his audience that by mentioning their food or their trees he relates to them.

Somebody needs to sit him down and tell him to stop doing that.

Actually, I hope he doesn't.

There are so many simple, generic phrases he could say, but he has to try to look human instead.

From what we've seen and heard about Mitt, I think he's always had a likability problem and he wants to be "liked" even more than elected. It is really pathetic to watch. If I didn't dislike him so much, I might feel sorry for him.

sort of

77d: Charles Grodin / Paul Simon

Return of the Coneheads

Connie Conehead.....Laraine Newman
Prymaat Conehead.....Jane Curtin
Beldar Conehead.....Dan Aykroyd
Carl van Arsdale.....Bill Murray
Sharlene van Arsdale.....Gilda Radner

[ open on interior, Conehead living room ]

[ Connie Conehead, wearing tall, pointy witch hat and carrying jack-o-lantern, enters and sits on the couch. She removes the witch hat to reveal her cone. ]

[ SUPER: "Return of the Coneheads" ]

[ doorbell rings - Prymaat enters from kitchen, picks up six-pack of beer and fried eggs from an end table ]

Prymaat Conehead: Aagghhh! The little humans, when will they cease? [ answers doors ]

Kids: Trick or treat?

Prymaat Conehead: [ sarcastic ] Oh, my. Your costumes are so frightening. Here. Accept these treats. [ thrusts the beer and fried eggs into their bags, then slams the door shut ]

Connie Conehead: Mommy, I must split to join my human friends and their Halloween activities.

Prymaat Conehead: Activities?

Connie Conehead: Apple bobbing.

Prymaat Conehead: Apple bobbing?

Connie Conehead: Apple bobbing! An ancient human ritual. The emersion of the cone into a fluid bath, while attempting to grasp bouyant fruit with a major orifice.

Prymaat Conehead: Unacceptable! Unacceptable!

Connie Conehead: But, Mom..

Prymaat Conehead: [ standing ] Beldar!

Beldar Conehead: [ marches into the living room, gruff ] Prymaat. Why have you summoned me from the sleep chamber? It is only the 55th hour of my Megmazome Storage Stage.

Prymaat Conehead: Our young cone wishes to perform apple bobbing.

Beldar Conehead: Apple bobbing?

Prymaat Conehead: Apple bobbing.

Connie Conehead: Apple bobbing! A Halloween ritual!

Beldar Conehead: Oh, Connie, I want no knowledge of this human activity. Halloween, a miserable Earth festival. It is regrettable that the High Master demanded that we return to this planet. On our home planet, Remulak, at this moment, all cones are celebrating the Harvest Under the Moons of Mipzor. Now, that's a party! All the gellato spirots will be harvested and smoked.

Connie Conehead: So what? Big deal!

Prymaat Conehead: The Harvest of Mipzor, long ago, was when I first saw Beldar's cone. How young and strong he looked as he pursued and captured the greased garfok, which was roasted for all to consume.

Beldar Conehead: This miserable Earth festival is nothing but a ritual costume fantasy for the young ones, who move through the night demanding small consumables.

[ the doorbell rings again, as they all scream ]

Prymaat Conehead: The little humans. Beldar, go brief them and dispense the consumables.

Beldar Conehead: [ opens door to two adults ] Greetings. Enter. Accept these treats - beer and fried eggs.

Prymaat Conehead: Aren't you humans a little old for this sort of thing?

Carl van Arsdale: Well, we're not trick-or-treating. I'm Carl van Arsdale, and this is my wife Sharlene. We're Block Parents, here at Parkwood Heights.

Sharlene van Arsdale: Yes. I know your family's just moved into the neighborhood, and I'm sorry we had to meet under thse circumstances.. I don't know where you people are from, but we at Parkwood Heights do not give licquor to minors!

Carl van Arsdale: Yes, we were extremely upset to find six-packs of brewski in the children's trick-or-treat bags. Now, we are seriously considering reporting this to the police, Mr...?

Beldar Conehead: Conehead! I am Beldar. This is Prymaat, and our young one, Connie.

Prymaat Conehead: We're from France!

Carl van Arsdale: Oh. You're from France? Well, that could explain part of it. I know that in France, children start drinking at an earlier age..

Connie Conehead: Correct! Correct! We apologize for causing you this anxiety. My parental units were merely attempting to.. conform to the Halloween rites.

Prymaat Conehead: We will cease dispensing the canned consumables. It is permissable to dispense fried chicken embryos?

Sharlene van Arsdale: Chicken embryos?

Carl van Arsdale: Fried eggs, honey.

Sharlene van Arsdale: Fried eggs as treats? Well.. I guess it's alright..

Beldar Conehead: We invite you to stay with us. We will honor your Halloween ritual by paying homage to the symbolic vegetable orb.

[ the Coneheads surround the jack-o-lantern on the coffee table ]

Carl van Arsdale: Hey, uh.. no thanks. We already had a few pieces of vegetable orb pie!

Sharlene van Arsdale: Yes. Bye bye! Happy Halloween! We love your costumes.

Carl van Arsdale: Yeah.

[ the van Arsdales exit ]

Connie Conehead: Humans. They're not essentially party organisms.

Beldar Conehead: Correct. Shall we begin?

[ the three of them bite into the jack-o-lantern, enjoying their Halloween feast ]

[ fade to black ]

all through your post to the very last observation.

Eventually they can just make the psst noise, no bottle needed.

"Nice car. I was thinking about getting a couple of"

"PSST! NO! BAD MITT! Leave that constituent alone!"

"Good to meet you." *handshake*

which is why the media shills are furiously propping him up and bashing President Obama like there's no tomorrow.

You know, chicken soup.

Which makes this a real groaner.

flashed on Lieutenant Scheisskopf and one of my favorite lines from the novel: "He's a real shithead!"

Maybe like a 4 day weekend..

Start on a Thursday morning and have some hair of the dog to start the day LOL..

Then go out in the garage and Bush can show him how to change the blade on a chainsaw, mix the gas and oil and fill up the bar oil.
Then, no, we aren't wearing a stupid helmet, he can practice actually cutting a few logs. Hold it tight when you go to pull the cord to start it.

After they cut some logs down Bush can show him how to use a wood splitter. Once Rmoney has a good sweat going, they can open a case of good ol' Miller Light. Slam a few of those while Chimpy shows him how to take a tube of ground chuck and actually turn it into hamburgers Maybe even share the secret spices he uses. Then he will have to learn how to get the grill going (no gas).

They can just spend the whole weekend together doing man stuff and then Laura can take him shopping for some proper pairs of jeans

Yes, he was dumb and kind of crude, but he usually managed not to say things that would make you go, "What the hell did he mean by that?" And I don't recall that he ever insulted his hosts by dissing their food. It's hard to imagine, but Mitt could actually learn some campaigning lessons from dumb ol' W.

But wait -- I do remember, now, that he once made some bizarre remark about gynecologists wanting to share their love with women. Still, that was just a weird gaffe, not the comment of an alien.

no credit for guessing which one.






(Try picturing Rmoney as Basil Fawlty doing the high steps. You'll thank me.)

awesome stuff.

Sid

But....we have meat!

(makes chomping, grinding motions with hands and mouth...)

They don't serve noodles with their chicken (which is really good, btw). They serve squash and stuffing and potatoes and rolls. *wipes drool from chin* No noodles, though. It's also definitely not a German restaurant in that they don't really serve German food--that would be Hermann's in Cadillac.

with Mitt the Schitt.

Sauerbraten or wienerschnitzel, spaetzel, some delish braised red cabbage and good German beer is a proper German meal.

Fast thinking on his feet.

my other grand mother was swedish and she never fixed chicken soup either.

once again romney shows the utter lack of knowledge of the average america

or, if you are orthodox, spaetzle.

Peas and carrots in the gravy. Bread products optional, but never unwelcome. Maybe a side of beets.

Yeah, I'm a peasant.

Frankenmuth Bavarian Inn Restaurant
713 South Main Street Frankenmuth MI, 48734
800-BAVARIA

German-themed dining rooms offer a variety of meals - from Frankenmuth-style chicken to Wiener Schnitzel, vegetarian and Gluten Free menus. Catering available. Lower level Castle Shops include Jester's Cafe offering meals to go and several other Specialty Shops.

yeah, Mitt's a jerk, but this isn't much of a faux pax

Again, folks have never been to Frankenmuth, I guess.

This:



is a plate from Here:

That clock pictured above is some sort of mind control device. Every day people flock to it like zombies when it goes off. Like that old HG Wells Time Machine movie.

The basic "name drop the local specialty to connect with the yokels" tactic.
Did anyone ask him how it compares to the German food he had on his various European trips? Or is he a snob for French food?




SPINAL TAP GUITARIST: "Nobody rocks like (pause to read note taped to back of guitar) SPRINGFIELD!
CROWD: (wild cheers)

Although the cynic in me thinks it would be just our luck for that to suddenly happen, and they pick this one.

A silly non-story.

that is the PERFECT image of him. It should go viral

Trolls have no pride or imagination anymore.

Save that food for the good Germans!

has not yet finished his first cup of coffee.

But I still salute you!

Talking football to war protesters.

Stipulating that all politicians are somewhat out-of-touch, some fake it much better than others.

-- Mal

Autism spectrum disorder? Processing problems? Other suggestions? It's not probable that he could not identify a doughnut unless he could not find the word and the question is -Why can't he come up with simple correct words for obvious items/events. Perhaps the Republicans need another candidate depending on the answer to the question.

from RawStory: http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2012/06/19/romney-praises-chicken-and-you-know-noodles-in-michigan/


At a campaign stop in Michigan on Tuesday, presumptive Republican presidential nominee Mitt Romney complimented the local “chicken and, you know, noodles.”

“Now, I saw a picture this morning that was kind of embarrassing,” the candidate explained to supporters in Frankenmuth. “It was kind of embarrassing. It was me at Zehnder’s restaurant when I was 17 years old. And someone was telling something very funny. My dad was laughing uproariously, but I was really — I’d lost it. I was completely guffawing in this picture.”

“I have no idea what was said but I sure remember being here in Frankenmuth,” Romney continued. “And the wonderful chicken. You have a lot of chicken here in Frankenmuth. Oh yeah, chicken and, you know, noodles. It’s good German food right here. What a wonderful place.”


read/watch: http://www.rawstory.com/rs/2012/06/19/romney-praises-chicken-and-you-know-noodles-in-michigan/

Und die chicchen auch!

Had Romney just emerged from a Chinese restaurant?

Mitt Romney is about as appealing as a green Jello mold with vomit suspended in it.

they're from.