Mitt spent 12 hours a day in France defending the Vietnam War which he evaded

http://www.iht.com/articles/2007/11/14/america/romney.php

Romney's life took a turn in France

WASHINGTON: In December 1968, Mitt Romney returned home from a Mormon mission in France to find a changed country.

While assassinations, race riots, sit-ins, and marches transformed his generation, Romney was cloistered for more than two years in a strict regimen of prayer and proselytizing. The missionaries were discouraged from indulging in newspapers, radio, television, or phone calls home.

They spent 12 hours a day knocking on doors, often ending up defending the Vietnam War or American race relations against tirades by the French. Romney was so removed from the tumult at home that he was surprised to learn that his father, George Romney, had turned against the war while campaigning for the 1968 Republican presidential nomination.

"There had been this whole revolution while we were gone," recalled Dane McBride, a close friend from the mission. "While we had gone from being adolescents to grown-ups with a lot of responsibility, our peers - from our perspective - were just tearing down the country, becoming dangerously childish." He added, "It just seemed deplorable."

It was the midpoint in a six-year immersion in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints - first as a missionary and then at the church's Brigham Young University - that in many ways set the conservative course Romney would follow as a businessman, politician and now a candidate for the Republican presidential nomination.

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Most of the missionaries, though, were also relieved that their service meant a draft deferment. "I am sorry, but no one was excited to go and get killed in Vietnam," Hansen said, acknowledging, "In hindsight, it is easy to be for the war when you don't have to worry about going to Vietnam."



Just like today - how many of your kids are in the military, Mittens?

indeed, was discouraged from educating himself about it, yet felt compelled to defend it through bottomless ignorance.

The depth and breadth of this man's intellectual capabilities is stunning, to say the least. Had I not lived through the recent years of Commander Bunnypant's misrule, I'd have thought such arrogance incompatible with success in life. How naive my provincial beliefs have proved to be. . .

It is just so damn easy to send other people's family to fight the wars...and sit back and act triumphal..as if you had anything to do with it!!!:puke:

like an "Omg, it figures"

The press went wild and that was the end of his candidacy for the GOP nomination.

Instead, we got Richard Milhous Nixon, the Crook.

living in The World's Only Superpower continues to be brainwashed by the military/industrial complex and its hellish handmaiden the corporate media.

attending the equivalent of a high school (a lycee). I was 15 years old at the time. This was in the city of Marseille. On my way to school, I remember that I had to walk past some kind of Mormon mission. Several times young clean-cut Mormons wearing white shirts came up to me with literature and wanted me to join their church. They were all Americans and were surprised to find a fellow American living there. They were extremely, I mean EXTREMELY persistent and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. And they always seemed to have a weird smirk on their faces and looked like someone was tickling their privates as they spoke. I have nothing against people practicing any kind of religion they want. But I don't like being harrassed, especially by people with gleeful smiles on their faces. Who knows if one of those guys wasn't Mitt himself.

in Tokyo that I used to get to my university.

They were offering "free English lessons," and of course, the first time I walked past them, I was pretty obviously not from Tokyo (blue eyes, blond hair, 5'10"), so they practically surrounded me. I told them "thanks but no thanks," and then one of them started talking about how they stood at train stations day after day, offering, imagine that, "free English lessons," and no one ever took them up on it.

"Of course not," I thought. "They're wise to you."