Imagine you’re in a plane that’s on fire and is going to crash. As you gently float down on you para-wing you see below you a huge swimming pool filled with skinny dipping uninhibited Swedish stewardesses. Down wind of the pool is big pile of fresh muck from a horse barn. You really want to land in the pool but even the muck pile is better than the firey plane crash. Of the present field, I’d rather have Newt but I ain’t getting back in that plane. Now I’m not saying Newt is the same as a bunch of skinny dipping ininhibited Swedish stewardesses nor am I equating Mittens with a pile of horse $h*t but I think you get my drift.
Are we to assume the plane is going to crash into the pool?