I missed this report from before Christmas in the Boston Globe and I wish I missed it altogether. Romney’s son Tagg, one of Romney’s closest campaign advisers, says his father did not really want to become president.
“He wanted to be president less than anyone I’ve met in my life. He had no desire to . . . run,” said Tagg, who worked with his mother, Ann, to persuade his father to seek the presidency. “If he could have found someone else to take his place . . . he would have been ecstatic to step aside. He is a very private person who loves his family deeply and wants to be with them, but he has deep faith in God and he loves his country, but he doesn’t love the attention.”
My wife rose early on several cold mornings and stood along Georgetown Pike in Great Falls, Virginia, waving a “Women for Romney” sign. We took weekend days and went door to door for him. After the election our four-year-old daughter Gigi kept her mother from taking off her “Romney for President” bumper sticker “so people will know we still love Womney (sic).”
Romney had all of us work so hard, spending billions of hours and billions of dollars and he didn’t really want it?
If this is true, do we still love Womney? Did we ever?