I never thought much of Mitt Romney and today I feel even less

*Warning the following are the musing of a 55 year old illiterate fat man. Read at your own risk.

I never liked Mitt Romney. I have always believed Mormonism is a cult, a very successful cult but a cult {I understand many of you would argue the Catholic Church is a cult}. Today I read this in the Washington Post. Mitt Romney’s prep school classmates recall pranks, but also troubling incidents HERE.

The story contains among other things a claim that Mitt
“Romney marching out of his own room ahead of a prep school posse shouting about their plan to cut Lauber’s hair. Friedemann followed them to a nearby room where they came upon Lauber, tackled him and pinned him to the ground. As Lauber, his eyes filling with tears, screamed for help, Romney repeatedly clipped his hair with a pair of scissors.”
“It was a hack job,” recalled Maxwell, a childhood friend of Romney who was in the dorm room when the incident occurred. “It was vicious.” “He was just easy pickins,”

The incident took place at the prestigious Cranbrook School for boys where Mitt was a senior. He took exception to Lauber, because he thought he was gay. The incident took place in 1966. Romney admits it’s true but says it was blown out of proportion So why does this bother me? We’ll I’ll tell ya.

Back in the day, growing up in Jefferson Terrace and attending St.Peter’s Catholic School I had a pretty easy passage. As a friend of the “brothers” in the terrace and part of the socially lucky in St Peters, things went pretty smooth.

That is for the most part. Back in 73 at the age of 15 while walking home after midnight from a miserable job washing dishes on Beekman streets DeRossi’s restaurant I was almost home to Jefferson St as I saw 5 shadowy figures on the corner of five points and Jefferson. I thought I would just walk through the middle of them and I almost made it till I was grabbed from the back and as I heard “hey asshole” they were on me like a pack of wolves. I had stumbled into a group of white trash west siders looking to kick some terrace boys ass. Wrong place, wrong time. I never asked for mercy and none was given. I awoke on a lawn with two broken fingers, two defensive knife cuts to my hand and forearm and a broken eye socket. I stumbled the two blocks home and passed out... I was a sorry sight in the morning as my father took me to the ER. He asked what happened I said nothing and he let he go. The ER called the police and I told them I fell down a flight of stairs. Then they said my injuries were inconsistent with a fall, so I told them I was clumsy and fell down multiple times. They called me an asshole and left.

I plotted my revenge for months. I hunted each one down like an animal, one at a time with a posse of the boys. I gave no mercy. Some took it, some cried but all were found. No one ever fucked with me again. To this day I have no regrets. I relate this tale to explain I was pretty rough and after one beating I was safe and felt it.

So what does this have to do with Romney? Well later in St Peters as a senior we had a transfer kid named Br****dan as a freshman. He was one of those effeminate types all of 110 pounds whose parents transferred him to St Peter’s for his protection. He like I on that lonely night never had a chance. Let me say I never picked on him or made fun of him and neither did my friends. But we didn’t do much to help him either. I did speak to a Nun I was tight with about why the Nuns didn’t help him? She told me they wanted to make a man out of him. I said you do this Sister by letting his classmates torment Him? She threw me out of her office. That was all I did.

Understand I was part of a group the ruled St Peter’s in my senior year. I and my friends could have put an end to his suffering by simply throwing a couple of his tormentors into a wall. With strength and power comes tremendous reasonability to protect the weak, I understood that than and I understand it even more now.

We did nothing, nothing. A couple years after graduating I learned Br****dan hung himself. I have few regrets in my life, but my despicable conduct in letting him be tortured haunts me to this day. Fuck Romney and all the people like him. I pray to God every night for him to forgive me.

I will be writing about SPAC next.