It seems his handlers have somehow managed to implant a mini-teleprompter into the tiny brain ("One (1/2) Banana"!) of the HNIC. He seems somehow to have regained his swagger and jive.
For some reason that I do not comprehend, Romney seems shaken and unsure of himself. Did they slip a roofie into his coffee?
Future historians will look back at October 2012, and they will fill electronic chapters with comments upon the incredible ascent of a fraudulent Affirmative Action nobody of Kenyan descent, as a toxic side-effect of White Western ingrained guilt and collective identity confusion.