Barack? Ummmm…can we talk?
I guess what I was trying to say is that those early days were magical. But, well, maybe magic isn’t the best basis for a… Shit. Look, maybe the best way to do this is just come out and say it. I think it’s best if we take a break.
There, I said it.
Come… come on Barack, please don’t be that way. And don’t act so surprised, I mean you must have at least seen some of the approval rating signs. Tea Party? No, Tea Party didn’t put me up to this. Yeah, sure I’ve see him around the neighborhood. I mean, what am I supposed to do while you’re off vacationing with your friends? Sit around this place without a job and watch MSNBC? No, it’s platonic. So far. And for your information, Tea isn’t the retarded Nazi racist loser your friends are always painting him to be. And guess what? He listens to me and seems to like me for what I am, and doesn’t expect me to wear that stupid complicated Scandinavian nurse outfit like you gave me for Christmas. By the way, the charge card bill from Frederick’s of Stockholm just arrived yesterday. $1 trillion, Barack? Really?
“It’s not you, it’s me.” Heh.
Anyway, we’ll always have Denver.
Awww, don’t beat yourself up girl. It really is him.
I for one would like Denver back, thankyewverymuch.
Here is the first of two part editorial answering the lovers of Keynesian, who think the multipliers should have improved the economy.
Keynesian multipliers allow economists to ignore reality by making up jobs that can’t be found on actual payrolls.
In other words, “You lie, Mr. President.”