Biden, the Bumbling Booby
At the risk of insulting those tropical sea birds of the gannet family, America’s Vice President Joseph Robinette Biden is a booby of the first order, a master of the gaffe and exemplar of the inane second only to his boss, President Barack Hussein Obama.
Biden’s staff may be even boobier.
After Obama ripped into Americans as “lazy,” he took off on one of his frequent jaunts ending up Down Under where he told Australian students that American school kids had “fallen behind,” an inappropriate though true admission no president should concede to foreigners.
That knock on his own country followed his amazing gaffe while standing on U.S. soil in the reputed land of his birth, Hawaii, and thought he was in Asia and preceded a Bush-like episode in Bali when he couldn’t open a door to a conference room.
Don’t expect to hear much about those stories on Obama’s MSM anymore than you heard much about the 57 states he said he campaigned in, his reference to Navy “corpsemen” when he meant “corps men” or the fact he pays $30,000 each for his kids to attend private school in lieu of the American public schools he badmouthed.
Still, the man a heartbeat away from the presidency, with an able assist from the VP’s staff, gives Obama a run for his money when it comes to screwing things up.
Take that “transparency” the administration had touted as a hallmark and which has become one of its biggest jokes on the American people.
When Politico.com ridicules Biden’s ”closed-door transparency chat” on Thursday, what it termed the “irony in Vice President Biden’s schedule,” it’s pretty clear more than irony was involved. Stupidity might be a better word. . .
(Read more at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=5991.)
Showing posts with label birthday party. Show all posts
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Friday, November 18, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Dang! I Missed Obama's Birthday Bash!
Dang! I Missed Obama's Birthday Bash!
I’m annoyed with myself beyond words!
Not only did I miss the event of the week, if not the month, but I had received a personal, not engraved and emailed but still special, invite from Mrs. Barack Hussein Obama–Michelle Robinson LaVaughn Obama–to say a few words on a 50th birthday card congratulations to her hubby.
And I forgot!
I wasn’t invited to the party itself but from all reports it was the shindig of the summer season, a bacchanal rivaling Emperor Nero without the sex part of a true bacchanalia but befitting the honored Obama and the distinguished guests. Everyone who is anyone in Hollywood and the worlds of hip hop, music, television and politics was there and they were even dancing barefoot in the Rose Garden!
No one reported seeing any common folk there nor observing America’s new emperor fiddling although the fires from America burning could be seen from a distance. However, back to my invite.
Adding to the seductive qualities of the invitation, Michelle assured respondents that their comments would be delivered to the president–and who could resist that attraction, aside from those who would send him carefully chosen observations that would result in a visit from the Secret Service?
As Mrs. O. so graciously expressed it on her invitation, she and “the girls,” presumably those same girls, Sasha and Malia Obama, whom Barry had repeatedly pledged never to exploit for political purposes, wanted me and, okay, a few others, ”to wish him a happy birthday by signing his card, and sharing why you’re on this journey with us.”
The only “journey” I know Barry and his clan are leading us on is to Hell so I was surprised at Michelle’s offer to allow me to send him my greetings.
The FLOTUS also made specific mention of her hub’s stresses and aging under the pressure of taking the nation down the road to perdition, although she didn’t phrase it exactly that way. What she did say was that the aging process was “more proof that he’s earning every last one of those gray hairs.”
Working 25 hours a day, 8 days a week can do that to a guy and it’s hard to see how Obama does it, in between his golf outings and vacations, but she wouldn’t lie even if she made no reference to the age-enhancing properties of unbleached flour. . .
(Read more at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=5185)
I’m annoyed with myself beyond words!
Not only did I miss the event of the week, if not the month, but I had received a personal, not engraved and emailed but still special, invite from Mrs. Barack Hussein Obama–Michelle Robinson LaVaughn Obama–to say a few words on a 50th birthday card congratulations to her hubby.
And I forgot!
I wasn’t invited to the party itself but from all reports it was the shindig of the summer season, a bacchanal rivaling Emperor Nero without the sex part of a true bacchanalia but befitting the honored Obama and the distinguished guests. Everyone who is anyone in Hollywood and the worlds of hip hop, music, television and politics was there and they were even dancing barefoot in the Rose Garden!
No one reported seeing any common folk there nor observing America’s new emperor fiddling although the fires from America burning could be seen from a distance. However, back to my invite.
Adding to the seductive qualities of the invitation, Michelle assured respondents that their comments would be delivered to the president–and who could resist that attraction, aside from those who would send him carefully chosen observations that would result in a visit from the Secret Service?
As Mrs. O. so graciously expressed it on her invitation, she and “the girls,” presumably those same girls, Sasha and Malia Obama, whom Barry had repeatedly pledged never to exploit for political purposes, wanted me and, okay, a few others, ”to wish him a happy birthday by signing his card, and sharing why you’re on this journey with us.”
The only “journey” I know Barry and his clan are leading us on is to Hell so I was surprised at Michelle’s offer to allow me to send him my greetings.
The FLOTUS also made specific mention of her hub’s stresses and aging under the pressure of taking the nation down the road to perdition, although she didn’t phrase it exactly that way. What she did say was that the aging process was “more proof that he’s earning every last one of those gray hairs.”
Working 25 hours a day, 8 days a week can do that to a guy and it’s hard to see how Obama does it, in between his golf outings and vacations, but she wouldn’t lie even if she made no reference to the age-enhancing properties of unbleached flour. . .
(Read more at http://www.genelalor.com/blog1/?p=5185)
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