Keep Your Pandering Lips off My Cheese Grits
Dear Mitt Romney, “Cheesy grits“? Really? If this is your strategy to win over the South you’ve just had your John-Kerry-in-a-hunting-outfit moment. You’re not fooling anyone. I know you are fond of the exact height of trees in Michigan and all that (I mean, who doesn’t pitch a tent at the sight of a 2,133.6 …