So some of Romney’s neighbors don’t like him so much. With the economy crumbling and a complete incompetent in the White House, it’s good the New York Times is spending time on something like this. Still, it must have been hellish living next to him. You’d be trying to sleep, but at 8am you’d hear, “One million… two million… three million…” And then you’d throw open your window and scream, “Stop loudly counting your money in the middle of the night!” And then there’s that car elevator he never properly oiled and makes a horrible squeaking noise. And then there was the dog always barking, still left in the crate on the top of the car. And then there’s those times Romney would kidnap you, put you on a remote island, and hunt you for sport. Rich people like Romney are always hunting their neighbors for sport. But if Romney goes to live in the White House, he won’t have any neighbors, so I don’t really see how any of this is an issue.
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