So, if this trip is Mr. Romney’s big advance plan to convince the American voting public that he is better prepared for international diplomacy than our current Prez, guess what? You get a failing grade Mitt. You have placed yourself firmly within the group with whom you were running earlier—ya know, Crazy Michelle, and Sarah Bimbo.
Maybe had you ever actually worked for a living, instead of riding on the coattails of your rich daddy, you might have picked up some awareness of the world around you. And perhaps, had you ever engaged in manual labor for an hourly wage, you wouldn’t have turned out to be such a dickhead.
So, why don’t you go home to one of your seventeen houses, or houseboats and suck up a dozen vodka martini’s and get your ass off the world’s stage. Leave the business of international diplomacy to people who actually know whereof they speak.