The man was governor of the People's Republic, and while he was still governor of the Commonwealth, he started running for president by basically dissing the very electorate that put him in office.
To say nothing of the budgetary mess he left behind. No Mittens. You did not "fix" shit while you were governor. You didn't even have a budget when you left office. You left that mess for our current governor, Deval Patrick, to clean up. Also, you left him to implement Romneycare in this state. All you did was sign the fucking bill. Then you disavowed it.
(Also, if you're interested in how ACA — aka, Obamacare — is going to work out, I highly recommend reading Charles P. Pierce's Life Under Romneycare in Esquire. Yeah. Voters in the People's Republic may hate the ever-loving shit out of Mittens, but it sure as hell ain't because of healthcare reform. Pierce's article also makes my heart swell with Commonwealth pride. Yeah. Massachusetts is a fucking awesome place to live.)
In any case, Religion Dispatches has an interview with Mittens's Best-Known Mormon Critic: Mormon Feminist Judy Dushku.
Yes, mother of that fandom-beloved Dushku.
Here's a taste:
Not all bishops are alike in their pastoral or counseling abilities.
Right. Later bishops treated me with respect. But Mitt was still adored by many people in our ward, especially many who wanted to learn to be in business. He was a great influence in that regard. Some successors even emulated and reflected his style. My family was a bit different, though. It was the 1980s, and I was a divorced single mother—not typical for Mormonism—and I felt that in the Belmont, Massachusetts ward where the Romneys and others lived, my children were not perceived as useful or as having any contribution to make. I considered moving to a different congregation where they would be valued, but was told by my bishop that Mitt (then the stake president) felt my moving away from Belmont would be a disservice to my sons because in the Belmont ward, they had role models for being good Mormon men. My gut told me differently: that if I kept them around Belmont, they would leave the Church because this group made them feel unusual. There were times when I would ask the congregation’s Boy Scout troop leader how my boys were doing, and he would say “pretty good, considering.” And I would ask, “Considering what?” and he said, “Considering they don’t have a father.” This was in the 1980s.
The same shit happened to my mother in the Catholic Church, despite the fact that her first marriage ended in the 1960s.
Oh, and by-the-by: my mom's been married to my dad for now going on 45 years and she's still considered a second-class citizen in the Catholic Church. And treated as such. And, yeah, my brother and I are very much ex-Catholics as a result this and for so, so, so many other reasons.
So this is the passage that really stuck with me, for sure.
In any case, read the whole thing. If you're a woman, it's a pretty horrifying assessment overall.
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