The most entertaining part of this story about Paul Ryan’s journey to the VP nomination: the candidate’s evasion of the media, the night before.
Ryan returned home in the early afternoon and went inside through the back as he was locked out of his side door, telling reporters who stood watching on the sidewalk he must have forgotten his keys. That would be the last time anyone saw the congressman in Janesville, because sometime after 3 p.m., he exited his home into the back yard (where reporters couldn’t see) and went into the woods.
“I grew up in those woods. The house I grew up in backs up to the house I live in, so I know those woods like the back of my hand. So it wasn’t too hard to walk through them. So I just went out my back door, went through the gully in the woods I grew up playing in. I walked past the tree that has my own tree fort I built back there,” Ryan said.
Hey, Democrats, don’t feel so ashamed: why, I hear that Joe Biden once had to stand in line for the Amtrak dining car for a whole hour.
Moe Lane
PS: As a courtesy, I have provided appropriate music for your reading of the story.
Promontory, The Last Of The Mohicans
No, please, no applause: just throw money.
A fort? He didn’t build that!
Oh my . . . Just picturing Paul Ryan shirtless in those buckskin pants . . . *faints*
You still deserve appause. Well played, sir.
Paul knows how to be sneaky, builds stuff he can still look back on fondly, and eats at Applebees.
What’s not to like? If a cat will come up and sleep on his lap, he’s battin a thousand.
Don’t forget he’s an avid bow hunter.
Actually, if you read the account, it becomes clear that not only did he sneak off on his own through those woods (as any hunter can do), but he was ushering his family through them, as they were all picked up on the other side by a Romney operative who took ’em to the airport. One assumes that the luggage was sent ahead by a trusted aide, but still . . . pretty impressive.