| Heh, you'd be grinning too... We don't have a category for Political Nonsense or Media Hype Run Amok. So this will hafta do. I guess, in the end, this is to be expected. A party, devoid of ideas, devoid of substance, lacking ethics and integrity, a creature of image and style over substance and value, would go gaga over just about anyone or anything that promised the bright shiny thingy they want so desperately: power. The only suprising aspect may be how quickly the MSM has (momentarily) abandoned Hillary. She may have a hubris debt with them that is greater than we realize... Not that they won't re-embrace her and her massive political machine if Obama turned out to be made of lead. Ah well, we shall see if the bright shiny thingy can withstand the spotlight they've decided to send his way... |
We don't recall the last time a first-term senator introduced "Monday Night Football" to a national audience; we just hope it doesn't become a trend. But such is Illinois Sen. Barack Obama's celebrity these days that we imagine few who watched Monday's game between the Chicago Bears and St. Louis Rams didn't know that the guy on their screens wearing that awkward Bears cap was a possible future president.
Of course, if you haven't yet fallen prey to Obama-mania, you might just be asking, What has this guy done to deserve all this? The answer is very little -- but that's also the point. Mr. Obama's two years in the Senate have been relatively quiet, given all the national attention he garners. We'll be analyzing his Senate record so far in a later editorial.
| That should take, oh, about a minute. Kinda like reviewing John F'n Kerry's Senate accomplishments, only there's even less. ...more at link... |
| I hear that sucking sound, again... |
First, one can be an intriguing novelty only once. If he waits to run, the past half-century suggests that the wait could be eight years (see reason four, below). In 2016 he will be only 55, but there will be many fresher faces.
| Based upon precisely nothing, Will speculates about how / when this clown can / will be Prez. A little shift here, a little nudge there and Bingo! Power! George, baby read my lips, "When you have something other than vapor and obvious political calculus, give us a call. Now wipe your chin." ...more at link... |
| The sucking sound now grows into that nasty slurping thingy... |
(Until he isn't anymore.)
This bubble is not love -- as anyone who was ever 15 years old can testify. This bubble is infatuation. Political infatuation. Presidential contenders can be the subject of crushes just as surely as that new kid in high school, and in both cases it's what you don't know about the person that forms much of the appeal.
Speaking of which, there's this transfer student we've been eyeing in Miss Fischer's P.E. class. Name's Barack or something. Big dark eyes, great cheekbones. From Illinois. Don't know much about him, but, boy, is he dreamy.
| This fluffer piece wobbles back and forth, but the message is upbeat, the wallflower on her Big Date with the Star Quarterback, a wet sloppy kiss, a Donk hope chest of butterfly wings and equally substantial prayers, in other words: a damned fine fluff-job. And, no surprise, I'll bet Obama's enjoying himself. ...more at link... |