Finally, Obam-Ra can stretch his world-bestriding legs in an office that doesn’t look like he won it in a shooting gallery at the Iowa State Fair.
Long-time WH staffers will miss the plastic bowl of Saddam Hussein commemorative PEZ dispensers and Dick Cheney’s quarter-operated blood-pressure-cuff chair, but they’ll doubtlessly appreciate the novelty of navigating through a room with identifiable surfaces in several colors and textures, and furniture that isn’t desert-camo’ed to match the walls.
Bottom line: This was your Joe-Basic Tea Party rally, minus most of the Gadsden flags and plus EXTRA anger and different costumery. It was, shall we say, intimate; there were fewer people, it seemed, than the last Tea Party rally in Manhattan, and that one didn’t fill up the space allotted it, either. The rain was only sporadic until after Pamela Gellar’s Mosquetastic Hyster-0-Rama exploitation fantasy concluded, so the unimpressive crowd can’t be blamed on that.
From Ground Zero Zenophobe Pam Geller, to the venomous twittering Tundra Torquemadam, to Newt-level radio hypocrite Laura Schlessinger and her unfortunate case of negrolalia, to the crasso-profundo stylings of Ann Coulter, doesn’t it seem that what the Right requires from women is hot harridans to lay its cornerstones of philosophy?
We will never forget—what sells!
At the end of Part One, we were trembling at the brink of a discovery: down a side street, but a mere two shabbily picturesque city blocks away from the northern perimeter of the future 16 acre complex of memorials, waterfalls, museums, office buildings, retail shops, and restaurants currently still known as “Ground Zero.”
Look! There in the crepuscularity of this avenue of sorrow, the perfidious zealots have already declared their devotion to the One True Way by putting up a sign!!
No, not prayer mats, not the hand-knotted prayer mats! Don’t you know that a prayer mat makes any building, no matter how large and filled with other things, a, a, a…..Victory Mosque?
World Nut Daily soberly reports on one bright light who doesn’t even like the idea of a room at Quantico being repainted (“at taxpayer expense!”) for Muslim Marines to pray in, lest it lead to Other Things:
...Jihad Watch director Robert Spencer said he wonders why the Marines do not seem concerned such facilities might to used to generate anti-American sympathies.
Yes, all those people who hate us for our freedom would be just hopping mad. How much better that we hate us for our freedom.
Aiieee! What’s that at Ground Zero? A MINARET? ALREADY??
No, no, the Mooslins haven’t moved in yet. But now that the Tundra Torquemadam has got her polar panties in a knot over the groundless rumor of the Ground! Zero! Mosque! I thought it time to actually show the hopelessly daft Grand Inquisitrix some irrefudiable features of my ‘hood, which she and her followers are honoring by trying to turn a generous swath of lower Manhattan into Joseph McCarthy’s Tribute Morgue.
Here we are, starting directly across from Ground Zero, praying without ceasing, as it is said that each time somebody licks all the way around a bonnet cone, an angel gets a brain-freeze.
How dare that Michelle Obama leave DC in August to go on vacation with her friends? Who does she think she is, and why can’t she stay in Washington where we don’t want her? Those Obamas, leaving our nation’s capitol and taking trips as if they were VIPs or something!
This crappy phone camera photo was taken outside my abode just a few moments ago. Because it’s a crappy phone camera photo, you can’t see just how commie red those clouds are. Trust me; they are red—slack-jawed, mouth-breathing, knuckle-dragging, sister-marrying Bush state red. It’s a good day to stay in port, I think.
Serious Presidential Candidate and Wall Enthusiast BumpIt McCarthy issued more policy Tweets yesterday, slamming the President for appearing on the View instead of running to the border shooting off his pistoleros, the way she is going to, sometime soon!
President w/no time to visit porous US/Mexican border to offer help to those risking life to secure us,but lotso’ time to chat on The View?
I’m headed to border in near future… let’s see how quickly his travel schedule will allow that border visit after all.
The Kwittin’ Image’s run for the border might have been precipitated by her interview on illegal immigration where Bill O’ Reilly openly made lotso fun of her ignorance, or maybe that other interview where Bill O’ Reilly was just astounded by her ignorance. But perhaps St. Ronald Reagan’s AK-o-lite just wants to be president so she can wall up the U. S. of A. just like Ronnie told Putin he wanted to! In some respect.
Once again, the Daily Caller is trying to hype its possession of purloined JournoList emails, with its usual blithe disregard for its own promise of “breaking news.” However, while the rest of the nation focuses on Shirley Sherrod, Tucker Carlson is bound and determined to get all the mileage he can out of his compendium of keyhole-listening, and push the story he’d like to be above the fold. Yesterday’s “JournoLister is helping decide where reporters sit in the White House Briefing room!” made hardly a plop, much less a splash, for the love of Heaven! Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Dear God, will the carnage never end?
Experts were disappointed today when, using the latest undersea robotic technology, attempts to lower a cap onto the Kwittin’ Image Nonsense Gusher failed. Despite the additional placement of an absorbant boom near the mouth of the gusher, nonsense continued to spill at a rate which GOP sources refused to estimate, but which industry sources admit qualifies as one of the worst disasters in over eight years.
Industry sources were, however, quick to quash the suggestion that a nuclear option was in the works.
SHE HAD AN AFFAIR WITH TROTSKY! SHE HAD AN AFFAIR WITH TROTSKY! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!
Obviously, there is no limit to the perfidy that America-hating Google will perpetrate on decent people who detest modern art, Mexicans and the Ear;y 20th Century. Google’s modest tribute to Frida Kahlo has greatly exercised certain precincts of the Clenched-Ass-O-Sphere, but screw them. If you want apolitical art, buy Keane prints and contact paper.
