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Open letter to Ann Romney
First of all, let me congratulate you on somehow passing off a criticism of you as a criticism of all mothers.  That shit was genius.  You pulled it off but sadly, it was complete bullshit.

Yes, you did have five children, which is respectable, but if you think your plight as a muti-millionaire mom is somehow comparable to a woman working at WalMart or waiting tables you are as out of touch with reality as your husband.  Something tells me you may have had a little more help in the child rearing than your average mom.
Let’s face facts.  Rich white women aren’t usually the most industrious people in America.  The good moms of the world help shape tomorrow’s leaders.  Your husband’s money will be the leading influence in the direction of your children, not your values or the values you instilled in them.  That’s not your fault but it is what it is.  Your husband’s money is the reason why you could afford to have five children and not enter the workforce to feed them.  You must be crazy to think that they don’t know that.  Neither of their parents have put sweat in to anything that lead to your opulence.  To think you can associate yourself with hardworking moms in this country is a joke.

I may not agree with any pundit attacking you personally to take jabs at Mitt Romney, but if you are going to contribute to his campaign, you have to be prepared for that and you are no more the average mom than Mitt is the average father.
When so many of the democrats failed to handle the spin you put on what was a personal attack, I was marveled at their stupidity.  Nobody was attacking motherhood.  They are attacking you.  If you somehow managed to keep them off of you by representing yourself as an “every woman” then you are twice the politician your husband will ever be.  However, I wasn’t impressed.  A lot of mothers weren’t either.

You are correct in assuming that an attack on mothers is an attack on you.  Your problem is that believing an attack on you is also an attack on motherhood.  Just because having babies has been the only thing you have been good for to this point doesn’t mean you are the epitome of motherhood.  Your history is a bit of a mystery so there may be other things that you are good for; being a trophy wife notwithstanding.

If you really want to prove you are such a good mother.  Perhaps getting your children to corroborate your story may help.  If you want to be seen as a hard working woman, all you have to do is provide examples of you doing something other than smiling and living in luxury.

I’m sorry if you feel like I’m jumping on you but you probably should have answered the initial attack before you decided to lump yourself in the same category with so many hard working moms in this country that don’t have the advantages that you have.

-          Cogito

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