As I have said, I am an official undeclared, but if I was advising the democrats, here is what they should do at their convention:

Have Sylvester Stallone trot out and talk to an empty chaise lounge. But not any chaise lounge, one where a manicurist is buffing invisible Mitt's nails, waitresses are bringing him tropical drinks and a cabana boy is fanning him.

Sly:

"Yo, Mitt, nice beach house. Sorry I am late, but I got stuck in the elevator from your garage. I'm a hole hour off. Like your running mate and his marathon time. 

Nice campaign  you're running. You're really on top of things. Like your dog on your car."

You got the idea . . .