What kind of man ditches his wife out of political fear?

Rafalca, the horse Mitt Romney is too embarrassed to embrace. Obviously Mitt Romney is in a pickle. If he attends the Olympic competition with his wife's dressage (pronounced the French way) horse, he looks like the out-of-touch rich douchebag that he is. Who has the kind of money to engage in such a hobby? Not the kind of people who are swing voters in Ohio or Florida, that's who.

But if the alternative is to ditch your wife, how does that make you look any better?

Mitt Romney tried to distance himself from the elite horse-dancing sport of dressage on Wednesday night, telling NBC's Brian Williams that he doesn't know anything about it ' and doesn't plan to watch his wife's horse compete in the upcoming Olympics.

'It's a big, exciting experience for my wife. I have to tell you, this is Ann's sport,' Romney said. 'I'm not even sure which day the sport goes on. She will get the chance to see it, I will not be watching the event. I hope her horse does well.'

Romney isn't just a dick to NASCAR fans and cookie-offering ladies at a picnic. He isn't just a dick to the Brits or Palestinians or Mexicans or Peruvians.

He's a dick to his own wife, who should respond like this:

"It's a big exciting experience for my husband. I have to tell you, this is Mitt's vocation. I'm not even sure which day the election goes on. He'll get a chance to participate, I will not be voting in the event. I hope he does well."

Romney's snub of his wife is particularly galling given how much his campaign has leaned on her to "humanize" him. But rather than show that he'll buck politics in order to stand proud with his wife, he cowers and runs away, embarrassed and ashamed of the woman with whom he pledged to spend eternity.

Dick.

9:12 AM PT: Spoiler alert: Rafalca didn't medal today.