Young Mitt-o, voice of the young people.

My pitch: For comedy purposes, let’s just put this guy in office now. Skip the primaries, skip the election, skip GWB’s last year in office, right now, an injunction for the nation: We Want Mitt. If there is anything that can end the reign of the Writer’s Strike, which is now pushing Ilene and I into the realm of channel 112 b/k/a The Military Channel. (The program we caught is called “Top Sniper,” it is like “Top Chef” but instead of chefs, they’re snipers. Swedish rifleman=fierce motherfuckers.) The immediate institution of the Mitt Era will be too rich of humor, too perfect a storm for any respectable writer - be he a master of dramaturgy, pratfalls, punchlines or poetry - to resist. Even the producer’s guild surely sees the brilliance of Mitt’s excellence in the above video, engaged so deeply with those young constituents, reciting the lyrics (and woofs) to his favorite Baha Men song, “Who Let the Dogs Out.” If Will Ferrell’s Bush was some sort of high watermark in presidential mimicry, we go to the next level with Massachusettes’ favorite Mormon $300 millionaire, no? So let’s get over ourselves, lily-livered and full of “progression,” and do right by the jokes. Mitt Romney is now.