Obama is six weeks in. Only 202 left in his administration. Hooray! I used to pass by this handmade yard sign every day on my way to art school that said, "Can't Hardly Wait Till 2008". Honestly, it bugged me. In all actuality, it made my nostrils flare... that's ugly. Even on my pretty little face. I hate to admit that I have a mental paper chain in my frontal lobe, counting down the weeks until we go to the polls again; but I sort of do. I really don't want to be like the "hater" that had that yard sign, but this guy is single handily changing the coordinates on my personal financial course in history. And, for the record, I don't like this road map. It seems we are lost. Whoops! We made a wrong left turn about six months ago. If a doctor screws up your medical procedures, you can sue them for medical malpractice. I claim medical malpractice... or economic malpractice. Can one sue for economic malpractice? This may be something I should look into...
It has become increasingly apparent that our "Great Leader" would rather disassemble a way of life that has to date, proven to be the most successful model of self reliance and hard work, in lieu of systems confirmed to be futile in other societies. Ostensibly, the rhetoric deeming the fortuitous evil and greedy won him the election. It also has decimated an economy faster than Chicken Little can tell you that the sky is falling. Truly, this election will prove to have been historic. A blunder in history that will make the Carter administration look like a winning endeavor. But, I assure you, it is someone else's fault. Welcome to ObamaNation. What an abomination. Pay your taxes here, please.
Meanwhile, while the stock market continues to plummet, his wife and family will grace the cover of People, Time, Newsweek, and USWeekly, smiling and posing in the East Room, the Lincoln Bedroom, Camp David and the Rose Garden. Move over Brad and Angie, your brood is no longer the most fashionable and sought after media darlings... insert Michelle, Sasha, Malia and the Messiah. While they are being photographed by Slim Aarons and Annie Liebowitz, PBO will continue to kill the economy with a photogenic smile, and a tax hike for the rich. His smile so brilliant it will blind the media's watchful eye... leaving them awestruck; too enamored to ask the tough questions that deserve answers. Softballs are his specialty.
I saw an interview last week where the interviewer (I forget who... but it was someone from MSNBC) basically said... the economy is so front and center in the news these days, and folks are probably sick and tired about hearing all of the economic doom and gloom... what is the best perk about living in the white house? Are you kidding me? This is what you choose to ask? You call yourself a responsible journalist? This is like asking Mr. Lincoln besides the obvious; how did you enjoy the play? Aaah, but he looked great in the photo shoot, didn't he? Hollywood could not write a better script. Camelot part deux. A tinsel town set, seemingly believable, but with little substance. This is our presidency. Pay your taxes here, please.
His face will replace Mickey Mouse on wrist watches. (shared a cab with a lady sporting one last week) You can even purchase a commemorative plate emblazoned with his portrait. Next thing you know, the Department of Treasury will create a $3 bill adorned with his kisser. Seriously, this guy is amazing. The leaders of Heavens Gate could have taken a lesson from his book. Adulation and praise for PBO the entire ride to a bankrupt nation. I might be the only one who didn't get roofied at the party? Because, I don't buy it. Cheerleading has taken on a whole new meaning, and he is our national football hero. For the moment he is basking in the glory. Situating himself in the always favorable limelight, like a lizard sunning himself in the Galapagos. Isn't it slightly hypocritical and callous for those in the Obama camp to be so outwardly celebratory in their almost daily soirees, dancing through life, while people are losing their life savings. Are we not in the middle of a major recession? How about a little discretion. How is it that the president gets a pass, while banks and businesses are given the third degree? It seems a little pompous and artificial. But wait, Pay your taxes here, please.
All the while, while "We the people" (some of the people) are viewing his every move through rose colored glasses; Iran has seen President Obama's biceps and has flexed their own...nuclear arms. I know that "you can't hug with nuclear arms" (great bumper sticker) but you sure can change the global landscape with just one. Luckily, PBO is willing to sit down and chat with that crazy nut job whose name I cannot spell... and I don't care to google. Phew. Our national fears have been quelled, diplomacy with nut jobs is the new black. (which was last year's pink) I need a glass of wine and a paxil. I sure hope that every one's rose colored glasses have transition lenses. Perhaps when they finally come out of the historic fog, everyone will once again see clearly. Didn't think I forgot about you... Pay your taxes here, please.
I am at a loss...I guess the whole thing is above my pay grade.
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