Mitt Romney’s acceptance speech got off to a barnstorming start. “Mr Chairman and delegates, I accept your nomination for President of the United States!”, he boomed. During Romney’s last major public appearance, he’d told the audience the next President of the United States was going to be his running mate Paul Ryan. So by last night he’d clearly decided to raise his game, and his sights.
Though when I say boomed, that’s not strictly accurate. As he delivered his opening line he actually tipped his head to one side in a slightly coquettish way, and smiled humbly. Humility was to form a key part of Mitt Romney’s speech. In fact he was so at pains to come across as a humble man from humble origins there where times I started to think the GOP had selected Uriah Heap to take on Barack Obama.
Romney had a bit of a tough childhood. Or rather, his parents did. His father was a Mexican refugee, his mother a beautiful young actress (who in an inversion of convention, ran away from Hollywood to pursue her dream of becoming a Mormon). There were he said, “too many long hours and weekends working.