Whining is rarely attractive, and when employed usually backfires on the whiner. Witness the plaudits justly bestowed upon President Reagan for his gutsy, leader-like, even funny demeanor after he was shot; versus the sneers that were directed towards Richard Nixon for his self-pitying attitude during the Watergate endgame. The stoic approach almost always gets a better response than the throw-a-pity-party-for-myself bit.
This is especially true when people who are viewed as fortunate start to whine. Examples abound – Linda Ronstadt complaining about irksome fans, Brit Royals kvetching about the tabloid media, etc. Now we have Rich Uncle Pennybags version 2012 (Mitt Romney), whining about nasty political ads and speeches.
The man has over 250 million dollars that we know about, and who-knows-how-many-more that we don’t. He had to be a complete and utter fool to get into politics in the first place (c’mon, what does he have to gain? Zilch. What can he lose? Lots. A bad business decision), but having done so, he needs to put on his big boy pants and deal with the reality – politics in this country is a filthy, disgusting, bloody, corrupt occupation with little to recommend it.
Yes, Obama is going to slag you off, as will lots of other people who don’t support your candidacy: that is how politics works. You knew that going in, or should have. Now that said slagging has commenced, what the heck are you doing, asking for apologies and complaining about nastiness, especially since you have been giving at least as good as you have gotten?
Suck it up, buttercup. You have absolutely no business whining about anything. You have enough money to buy a small country, a lovely wife, a great family, a record of success in business; yep, you generally have it made in the shade. Millions of Americans would gladly trade places with you.
Quitchyerbitchin, Mittens.
Mr. Blunt and Cranky
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