I Can’t Seem to Forget You…

As for the president’s Freudian slip, I’m reminded of a Sega Genesis commercial from 1994. Quarterback Joe Montana is taking a Rorschach test; as the psychiatrists (out to learn everything possible about football) flip through the images, Joe peers intently at each and repeats: “Reggie White…Reggie White…Reggie White…”. Rule #1 in politics: know who’s ReggieContinue reading “I Can’t Seem to Forget You…”

Paranoid-in-Chief

Via Drudge, it appears the White House is calling on some of its strengths from 2008–the power of the Internet, the gullibility of Youth, the paranoia of progressives–to compile a massive enemies list, with a fervor and reach in which Richard Nixon would find evidence of mental instability. They’ve set up a “watchdog” website employingContinue reading “Paranoid-in-Chief”

Teeth long past repairing picket a gape, perpetually despairing, beneath a thousand-yard stare (as if requisite, bad hair); Bulbous nose–Satan’s choice! blame it for the toad-fart voice (Yes it must be Lucifer; for what divine engineer puts a head this heavy on a neck this austere?); With pock-marked skin and gap-toothed grin (granted, a not-badContinue reading

Melobama

Mother Nature’s about to learn the cost of interrupting the president’s golf game: Obama takes charge at hurricane command center. That’s the actual headline. The Administration is determined to use this (pardon pun) overblown crisis to implicitly juxtapose Obama’s action stance against Bush’s lame Katrina performance. Maryland’s Democratic governor assured Meet the Press: “This isContinue reading “Melobama”

Infernal Refugee Rag

I’ve got a little time left and nothing to lose. You have too much of both. Everything you do is contingent on your future; I have none. You must take care; I will take advantage. You pay your tithe in hypocrisy. You’re invested. I’m busted. But I won’t go away. I’m that crank with theContinue reading “Infernal Refugee Rag”