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Romney’s speech last night was so sparse on details that it amounted to foam - empty puff bubble promises that left the party stalwarts in a meandering unfulfilled malaise as they exited the convention. They wanted meat and instead they got “trust me” tropes and bumper stickers. The fire in Mitt’s belly turned out to be just a reflected glow from his belt buckle and instead of the expected tea, they left with bromides.