Imagine someone offers you a job, and they tell you, “It’s going to be great! You’re going to love it.”
You ask, “Okay, so what will I be doing?”
“A lot of great things!”
“Well, what specifically?”
They answer, “One, something you LIKE. Two, something that will make you look good. Three…”
You’re sort of frustrated, so you cut them off and ask, “Can you tell me anything about what I’d actually be doing on a day to day basis?”
They just smile and say, “All the stuff you like, and none of the stuff you don’t like!”
Frustrated, you move on. “Whatever. Can you at least tell me what the job pays?”
They smile again and say, “The pay is going to be great! You’re going to love it!”
You blink at them, incredulous, and ask, “But what amount will actually be on my paycheck?”
“You’re going to be very pleased. Don’t worry.”
Getting more upset, you ask, “What about benefits?”
“You’ll have some.”
They smile confidently and punch you playfully on the arm. “Oh, you. You ask some great questions.”
“I know. So what is the answer?”
“It’s going to be great. I PROMISE.”
“What about time off?” you press.
They stand there smiling at you like a cardboard cut out.
“Do I get sick time? Vacation? What hours will I be working? Is it a salaried job? Hourly? Who will be my boss?” Blank smile. “Can you even tell me where I will be working?”
They grin and gush, yet again, “Trust me, you’re really going to like it. It’s going to do lots of great things for you.”
Would you take this job?
If you answered no, then you understand why I don’t think Romney won the debate tonight and why I don’t want him to be my president.
How come no one has asked Mitt Romney why he thinks he needs $250 million?
Holy crap, he just said one thing and then the other within the same sentence. Isn’t that the definition of pathological liar?