I’m still pretty ticked about Sunday night’s game. One thing I learned from my ex-wife is that when you’re good and pissed off, there’s no sense in wasting it, which I often discovered first hand after she’d been fighting with her son before I’d come home from work.
Enough with the gut. We elected a brain this time, one that writes books instead of coloring in them. We expect him to use it.
Now I don’t know what he has in mind tonight, other than committing more troops, but I’m sure he’s going to tell us about it. And it will add up to more than:
We = Good
They = Bad
Ergo: We blow some shit up. And make money for all our benefactors in the defense industry.
Another fart in a windstorm story… the couple seeking their 15 minutes crash a State Dinner. Now, a story that should be on an episode of “Punk'd!” is now dragging on and on.
When I first heard about it, I said to myself, “The Secret Service, an independently functioning operation, mistakenly let a couple of fame-seeking yuppies get close to the President. Now let’s see how long it takes for the right to make it Obama’s fault.” (Yes, I always say things to myself in long, multi-part sentences.)
The answer is “not very damned long at all.” Now they’re dragging the Social Secretary (who wasn’t standing at the gate) and a Defense Dept. official (who emailed them that they were not invited and she had no authority to change that) into the fray. So naturally, by extension, the Obama Administration can’t be trusted to “keep us safe from the terrorists.” Just check out the comments from the Baltimore Sun TV critic’s blog post on the crashing couple. The people just can’t wait to blame the administration, as if some sudden case of liberal incompetence took over the workings of the Secret Service, who, of course, were just fine when protecting George W POTUS.
Like I’ve been saying since February… it doesn’t matter what the guy does… If he goes right, the Right says “Go left” and if he goes left, the Right says “Go right.” It’s no wonder the country has lost its sense of direction.
I don’t care even a little bit about this “story.”
Some rich golfer cracks up his car at 3 in the morning after a fight with his trophy wife? So what else is new? He doesn’t want to issue a statement? Fine. Doesn’t want to talk to the cops? The only damage is to his car and his face. Who cares?
I’m just waiting for someone in his position to come out and say:
Mind your own fucking business. You do not have the right to know what goes on behind my iron gates. See you on the links.
PS. Thanks for all the dough.