Mitt Romney is an amoral monster, and here’s why.
driftglass sometimes talks ruefully about Charlie Pierce walking the driftglass beat, covering the posts DG has covered in his blog; now I guess I kind of know how it feels, because while I was mulling the idea of this post, Tom Junod over at Salon just goes ahead and whacks that motherfucker nicely out here. Oh well.
I will guess it comes as no surprise that I have never been part of the Kewl Kidz Klique. Always been a bit outside the norm, a bit Out Of Round. And middle/ high school especially, a difficult time for anybody.
Yep. you can see where this is going. I was bullied. A little; never had my hair violently cut off.
But bullying is, like most violent aggression, a tough thing to work through. Especially for adolescents; a kid can try to work around the bullies in lots of different ways, some of which are also mistakes, and that’s where I went. At least I tried.
You see, there was a kid in one of my classes who was even lower on the hierarchy than I was. And in between classes one day, he was on the receiving end of some mild bullying from some people that were more or less friends of mine….
fuck, you see where this is going, don’t you? I fucking decided that somehow I could improve my social standing by crapping on someone else.
The whole episode was ghastly and resulted in a mild fight; as the two of use were being cleaned up and waiting to talk to the Vice Principal, we talked it over, and I made the amends I could. It’s kind of funny; while the whole episode is still distressingly clear in my mind, I can’t even remember whether it was reported to my parents.
It was a reprehensible failure on so many levels, and since then, I have been trying to live down that episode; trying and not always succeeding. I may never be able to forget it; every time I read or hear about a bullying episode, I remember what it felt like to be bullied, and more horrifying, I remember what it feels like to be the bully. Ah, fuck me, but these days I remember that so much more vividly than I remember the episodes where I was bullied.
So here’s the reason this whole thing brings Mitt Romney into stark, repellent relief:
His Laubner episode was way more violent; it didn’t just veer into assault, it jumped full speed into assault with a deadly weapon. Mitt Romeny was the leader of a mob that did this; the recollections of others indicates it wasn’t a single aberrant episode, but part of what seems was a pattern of psychopathic behavior. AND ROMNEY CLAIMS TO NOT REMEMBER IT.
I see three alternatives here:
- He actually doesn’t remember it. It was nothing that mattered, it was to someone who didn’t matter, and it was so typical that it didn’t rise to the level to make an impact on the young Mitt.
- He’s lying. He knows it was something that was beyond the pale, and doesn’t quite understand why, so he issues the standard nonpology: ‘I am sorry if people don’t get the joke’. He’ll say anything to be President.
- He remembers it and doesn’t give a shit, because the victim was gay.
All of those alternatives are appalling. They are all different facets of an inhuman monster.
And they all remind me of how much work I have to do to stay ahead of the same attitude. Oh, fuck; the work is never done. Never.
I am not sure I can say that I never reprised my role as a bully. It left me with scars, and I can only hope that the scars of my victim have healed better.