Come on, Amercia! Wake up!

God bless Amercia. Or, as that memorable television character Marica Brady liked to say: “Ooh, my nose.” I’m with the Romney campaign on this one. Everybody on the freaking planet now misspells the word “lose” as “loose” and nobody gives them any grief at all. But one little typo in a presidential campaign and suddenly everybody’s the spelling police. Leave Mitt Romney alone, already.

Same with Obama, with his recent reference to “Polish death camps.” Yes, all your major death camps during World War II were in fact in Poland, but still. People seem to think he should have slipped the word “Nazi” in there someplace, the way all his critics do when referring to his health-care legislation.

Enough with the nitpicking. It’s time we Amercians got back to the substantive issues, like Obama’s birth documents and Romney cutting off that gay guy’s forelock.

But before we do I would like to draw attention to this recent photograph of Mitt Romney and his flamboyant patron Donald Trump. That’s Trump on the right. Look at how he’s smiling, and look at the placement of Romney’s right hand. This is what our campaigns have become: It’s all big money and hand jobs. I’m not surprised that the lamestream media has not picked up on this, but surely such a photograph should now be bouncing around the Twitterverse in viral way. I smell a coverup.