Tagged: Will Durst

I'm worried about Mitt Romney. The guy just might be running the worst campaign ever. And yes, that includes the print ads for organic hemp underwear, not to mention McCain/Palin in '08, which currently holds the gold standard for lousy campaigns. 

But we're talking bad at a whole new level here. Bad like a dumpster behind a fish market during a garbage strike bad. Bad like a $3 Avengers DVD bought off a cardboard table in Times Square with Russian subtitles bad. Bad like Todd Akin at a NARAL benefit bad.

A few words about the Republican National Convention, or it's alternative title: Women with big hair and the men in white shoes who love them.

"White" certainly was the operable word in Tampa. I had to feel bad for the one black guy the networks kept cutting to during all the speeches. They tried everything to make him look like a crowd. Different camera angles. He probably had his own wardrobe assistant suggesting: "Put on the cowboy hat now!" and "Try the handlebar mustache! You know this poor guy had to be some prairie state legislator's driver.

A few words on Mitt Romney's vice presidential pick, Paul Ryan: the big-time budget guru of the G.O.P. Everyone keeps calling it a "bold choice." Yeah, well maybe, but you know bold is not always synonymous with good.

Whiskey for breakfast is a bold choice. Spun glass underwear is bold. Four-head dragon tattoos. Passing an 18-wheeler on a blind curve going 80 in the rain – incredibly bold. Just not that necessarily smart.