Giant Obama Sparks The Usual Death Wish

Gritty!  

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   

 

The Two Churchills: Barack Busted

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.

Heady Days  

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.

Glory Days 

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.

When Scions Attack: Camelot To Swallow

Hark, The Herald 

Just as America tries to work up enthusiasm for the 2nd generation of Romney office holders comes word from Massachusetts: someone still believes in Camelot.

Or what a marketable name and a possibly fractured field can do in a primary.

The open seat created by Barney Frank’s retirement has brought forth a Kennedy, preloaded with pap for the rubes.  Joseph P. Kennedy III has let it be known he feels a call to service, and he’s aghast at the nation’s bickering pols.

Vowing to rise above, young “3rd,” as no one calls him, has boldly called out  “partisan gridlock” [against it!].

With luck, we might enjoy a round of Hugo Chavez Baiting because of Kennedy’s father’s ties to the cancerous Comandante.

Last go round the nation was spared the indignity of Nixon offspring holding office from Long Island.  Now it falls to the voters of Massachusetts’ 4th to save the republic once again.

Read All About It: Republican Teleprompter Tall Tales


 Demand Your Prompt Refund!

 What with the tedious actual issues involved in federal budget fights, don’t we all need time to laugh?Step forward, Representative Scott WomackScreen shot 2010-12-12 at 17.07.38   , sponsor of a World Net Daily dog-whistler to save the American taxpayer by defunding White House teleprompters.

Now tragically withdrawn, the bill still serves a host of uses, reminding the faithful that Obama can’t really talk good without mechanical assistance, that unlike his rough-hewn predecessor Obama is a fancy boy fraud.  

A Ronald Reagan Christmas Memory

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US News & World Report [not yet owned by a sinister religious cult] reports breaking news from 1984.

Extracted from Craig Shirley’s new Ronald Reagan homage, a tale of bawdy fun in the twilight struggle against Communism.

Such was the depth of Ronald Reagan’s Anti-Communist passion we are told, that, after being safely re-elected, Reagan felt secure enough in office to change the Soviet Union’s diplomatic licence plates to begin with “FC.”

Standing for “Fucking Commies.”

We are to believe that cuddly old Ronald Reagan, a man who wouldn’t spell out the word “hell” in his diary, got off a good one against the dirty Reds.

Perhaps more plausible is the version attributing these hi-jinks to America’s now surfing-ist congressman, Dana Rohrabacher, shown here with mue, mue

  authentico “Nw Reagan” Mitt Romney.    Rohrabacher was a Reagan speechwriter in days of yore.

Such is the state of presidential anecdotage that stories already endlessly retold live again as colorful tales of a bygone era, in this case more of the bottomless pit of Reagan-Or-Those-Around-Him-Which-Is-Close-Enough really couldn’t stand the Stalinists.

As if we doubted.