Best. Headline. Ever. Thank you Guardian for this report on Rafalca’s Excellent Dressage Adventure, because as everyone knows, Willard Romney is so into “sport” that he– oops!– pretended to have no clue about his wife’s “marvelous” Olympic endeavors, so we’re forced to depend on someone to fill us in:
“I have to tell you. This is Ann’s sport. I’m not even sure which day the sport goes on. She will get the chance to see it, I will not be watching the event. I hope — her horse does well.”
If that wasn’t supportive, I don’t know what is. Heckuva job, Willard.
Now on to the side-splittingly Guardianalicious report on how Rafalca did:
Never for a second during her seven-minute performance did a hoof stray dangerously mouthwards, nor did she do anything at all to offend or upset the host nation. [...]
At one point, she appeared to give a snort of exhilarated delight, although, to be fair, it’s not easy to say precisely what emotion a huge horse is aiming to convey; it could equally have been a snort of ennui or a snort of frustration at the Obama administration’s glee over Mitt’s gaffe-spree. [...]
[T]he 53-year-old US rider did confirm that Ann Romney had given him “many words of encouragement” before the Olympics.
She had not been in touch on Thursday morning, he added, but her last message had been full of good counsel: “Do what you know to do and do what you do best. Just ride like it’s a normal day.”
Fine advice indeed. If only her husband had heeded it.
Indeed, Willard’s hoof didn’t hesitate to bee-line mouthwards and it’s rumored that it needed to be surgically removed. Mitt In Mouth Disease is a terrible thing.