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Mitt “The Moocher” Romney says he’s against expanding the Welfare State

 
Mitt was recently outed by David Corn, reporter for Mother Jones in regards to a speech he gave at a fundraiser in California attended by an assortment of like-minded millionaires.
 
During his obnoxious speech, Mitt admitted he has total contempt for Joe Six-Pack and/or anyone that actually works for a living. In Mitt’s arrogant mindset, those who actually get their hands dirty while earning a living are total losers. In fact, Mitt said 47% of Americans are moochers who rely on the federal government to care for them, who believe they are entitled to health care, to food, to housing, to you name it.
 
Given Mitt’s total disdain for the working class, how is it even remotely possible that families with annual incomes from Mississippi ($36,646), West Virginia ($37,435), Arkansas ($37,823), Kentucky ($40,072), Alabama ($40,489), Oklahoma ($41,664) and/or Tennessee ($41,725) could even consider voting for an Arrogant and Omnipotent Ass like Romney?
 
In Mitt’s autocratic world, Oil companies that receive billions annually in government subsidies aren’t moochers. The same is true of Mitt’s fellow millionaires and billionaires that pay 15% or less in federal taxes each year. Apparently, these folks are superior beings who deserve the welfare they receive compliments of the working class that Mitt believes are a bunch of underachieving bums.
 
If the moochers and assorted losers, as Mitt likes to call them all voted for Obama or didn’t vote at all he’d be lucky to receive 15% of the total vote in November.
 
In fact, Mitt fits the true definition of a “moocher” given the fact he has dedicated his career to avoiding paying his fair share of taxes.
 
If Cab Calloway was still alive, he would be able to rework his old ditty “Minnie the Moocher” in honor of Mitt, which would go something like this.
 
 
Mittie the Moocher
 
Folks, here’s a story about Mitt the Moocher
He was a red hot hoochie-koocher
He was the roughest, toughest frail
But Mittie had a ego as big as a wha-a-le
 
Mittee-Mittee-Mittee-hi
Hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
Heedey-hee-dee-hee-dee hee
Hidee-hidee-hidee-ho
 
He messed around with a bloke named Rush
He loved him though he was a Lush
He took him down to Chinatown
He showed him how to kick the homeless around
 
He had a dream that he was the King of Sweden
He gave rush things he was needin’
He built him a house of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels
 
Hidee-hidee-hidee-hidee-hidee-hidee-hi
Hodee-hodee-hodee-hodee-hodee-hodee-ho
Scoodley-woo-scoodley-woo-scoodley-woodley-woodley-woo
 
He gave Rush his townhouse and his dressage horses
Each meal Rush ate was a dozen courses