We've all been there. Car's packed with inner tubes, Ipods, and kids. Two weeks of clothes jammed to the windows, boxes of Ritz crackers, raincoats and bathing suits. All ready to go on vacation and, oops, there he is. Fido sitting next to the car, wagging his tail, looking hopefully at Mr. Man. What about me?
Oh no, thinks Mr. Man. What do we do? Unpack the inner tubes? Leave the Ritz? No, wait! Mr. Man has a better idea. Let's find some rope.
And so it happens that Mr. Man puts his dog in the crate, ties the crate to the roof of his car and takes off down the highway. Zoom, zoom.
Inside the car, we are hoping that at least one of the Little Men in the car or maybe Mrs. Man said, "But Mr. Man, we can't have the dog strapped to the top of the car! The dog could go flying off and crash into someone else's windshield! We must take the dog off the roof now, Mr. Man!"
But apparently not. Or if they did, Mr. Man was already revving up the engine.
In the Everything Must Be Perfect world according to Mitt Romney, because he thought of putting his dog on the roof of his car it must be the right thing to do. Never mind the danger to the dog, the potential danger to other drivers or that the dog itself would be traumatized and terrorized. Small price to pay for the greater good of the family vacation.
Usually opposed to taking ancient incidents from a politician's past to illustrate his present shortcomings, the dog incident is allegory for so much, it's impossible to resist.
A vast portion of the American population risks becoming the dog strapped on top of the car if Mitt Romney goes from being Mr. Man to Mr. President. We will become the inconvenient tail-wagging dog transformed to complete disbelief and terror when it sinks in -- it wasn't other folks that are going to be the roof-riders, it's going to be us.