It’s not easy working a parade route, shaking hands, one after the other after the other, down as far as the eye can see, in the hot July sun. For the overheated computer circuitry housed inside Mitt Romney’s human-esque exoskeleton, it all proved too much yesterday.
“Get out and vote next year, this November, I mean!” said Romney, wiping beads of sweat off his brow. At one point, stopping to guzzle a glass of lemonade, Romney was asked how it tasted, to which he replied, “Lemon. Wet. Good.”
Romney then started singing an increasingly unintelligible rendition of “Daisy Bell” before laying down and taking a nap right in the middle of the road.