on vacation with Mitt Romney's family

This guy is a fucking nut. An excerpt from the Boston
Globe 6/27/07:


Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus,
the family's hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier
and attached it to the station wagon's roof rack. He'd
built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride
more comfortable for the dog.

As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the
way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the
rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of
trouble. ''Dad!'' he yelled. ''Gross!'' A brown liquid
was dripping down the back window, payback from an
Irish setter who'd been riding on the roof in the wind
for hours.

As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of
disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into
a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed
down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the
highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would
grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis
management.