The chamber of commerce from Hooters’ hometown builds a sand sculpture near the Democratic Convention site, and people pretend to be shocked that its cheesy.
And the wingnut airforce rises in it’s fury to wish Barack Obama dead.
Because lame pr stunting,often from the same clowns, has never disgraced past gatherings.
Dixon Illinois, 2011
Myrtle Beach, SC 2008
Myrtle Beach, SC 2012
Disappointing Office Seeker
Barack Obama’s banishment of a Churchill bust from the Oval Office was a signature moment in his presidency, the disrespecting of our special relationship with Britain and source of endless mock conservative head-scratching, who wondered why anyone might be cool towards the beloved Winnie.
Some hearts thrilled.
Friday came word that everybody had it all wrong, the bust never left the White House, and rested in a place of great honor.
But, sadly, no.
Rather then own up to their imperial blusterer banishment, the Obama White House tried to be cute, and got caught. Two Churchill busts by the same sculpture have had a spot in the White House, one remains, and the Bush related one lives at the British embassy.
So Obama hadn’t taken a stand against imperialism, delivered a rebuke to Tony Blair’s Bush Poodle-ism, or spared the nation from Churchillian blowhard-ism.
They dodged, made no one happy, and have now reinvigorated one of the right’s stale talking points which live in endless repetition on World Net Daily.
Just when Mitt Romney’s bumptious London visit had displayed the the stupid pretension of the Churchill cult, the hearty iteration of Newt Gingrich’s “Kenyan, anti-colonial” crack-pottery.
Where Are They Now, Bush Document Delitors Edition
When we last saw Theresa Payton she was the George W. Bush White House Chief Information Officer, and they didn’t care too much for information. Through sloth, indifference and fraud Bush’s people managed to lose millions of White House staff emails which were supposed to be public records, and she came on board as the edifice began to crumble in 2006. Payton responded as any true patriot daughter of a U.S. Marine would, proudly joining the Administration’s effort to deny, delay and blow town before the roof fell in.
Payton has landed on her feet, leading a North Carolina security consulting outfit. Its named Fortalice for a Middle English term for small fortress, possibly after watching too much Game Of Thrones. In her new guise Payton goes about scaring parents that Mark Zuckerberg is coming for their children, and sharing with Glenn Beck fans concerns those pervs at Google and Apple are coming through your skylight.
Her solution to this tidal wave of peeping and creeping? A stern call to tell your elected representatives you demand “regular updates!”
Payton stays busy, burnishing fellow Bush email loser Tony Fratto‘s contribution to the enduring legacy of Steve Jobs:
…and helping us all keep TomKat Compliant ®:
All the smart kids agree: Romney is the Republican John Kerry, the GOP’s cross to bare until their inevitable defeat in November. Versions have circulated since at least 2008.
What this line forgets is how close Kerry came in 2004, despite his charmlessness. Kerry got more total votes for president than any previous Democrat, eight million more than the equally charisma-challenged Al Gore. Bush won by hauling in every exurban mega-church goer Karl Rove could find, a dash of anti gay marriage referendums, plus some voter suppression secret sauce. Obama won in 2008 with his own epic turnout machine.
Republicans Determined To Strike In Us
Who knows this far out, but where is it written that unlovable mopes can’t get ’em to the polls?
Dick Gets Off A Good One
Nixon post-presidential kitten with a whip Monica Crowley is cracking wise, favoring America with her lighter side. Crowley normally spews forth venomous chatter for the thoughtful conservatives of Fox News, but apparently views her Twitter feed as a fount of humor.
Crowley’s comic career began with Richard Nixon’s political death, as he used his New Jersey exile to emit an endless series of ponderous tomes.
While decent people looked away, hoping Nixon would slink into the shadows from which he came, Crowley saw opportunity. She wormed her way into the great man’s shrunken entourage, assisting on several of his awful books. Some saw her comic potential early.
That, the involuntary kindness of strangers, “striking” blond hair, and she was on her way.
Crowley’s latest cutups concern Rush Limbaugh muse Sandra Fluke. Fluke’s engagement has gotten some notice, and Crowley did not disappoint:
apparently failed to see Mo-Cro’s sly wit, requiring her to lament the Professional Left’s tone deafness: