I have to say that while I’m not thrilled at the prospect of a Romney presidency per se, I’m very impressed with the campaign so far. They seem to have been living inside Axelrod’s OODA loop for weeks now. The latest (and it’s hilarious) is that the campaign bus has its own Twitter account.
Category Archives: Humor
Dealing With Cause Mongers
Lileks has it down:
Later, while putting together a post at the kitchen table: DING DONG
Two earnest cause-mongers campaigning on behalf of the earth. I wanted to say “nature ripped out the bunnies from their soft home and drank their blood, and you want me to help it? With money?” but I just said “sorry, I work at home, and I’m working now” before they even got the chance to start the spiel. Their faces fell from friendly to sullen in a second like souffles collapsing from the sound of gunshot, and they seemed perturbed. I hadn’t been unfriendly; I’d smiled. Just stated the facts. I’m under no obligation to stand here and listen to what you care about. Sometimes I’m tempted to cut out an editorial and tape it to the door, and when I see someone coming around with a Cause, open the door and start reading out the particulars of my cause, and ask them what they would like to do. I’d have a petition and everything. And if they signed, I’d say thanks, and close the door.
I lecture Jehovah’s Witnesses on space theology. They never last long.
Batman
Hilarious.
Rachel Ray
She should be invited to cook for the White House. What a difference a comma makes.
Meghan McCain’s Book
Just in case you needed confirmation that she’s a moron, here you go.
[Afternoon update]
On the other hand, I see a bright future for Betsy Woodruff.
Winnie The Pooh
Our Celebrity President
Don’t miss Mark Steyn’s latest on Barack Hussein Kardashian:
…there are some cheap seats available. A year and a half ago, big-money Democrats in Rhode Island paid $7,500 per person for the privilege of having dinner with President Obama at a private home in Providence. He showed up for 20 minutes and then said he couldn’t stay for dinner. “I’ve got to go home to walk the dog and scoop the poop,” he told them, because when you’ve paid seven-and-a-half grand for dinner nothing puts you in the mood to eat like a guy talking about canine fecal matter. And, having done the poop gag, the president upped and exited, and left bigshot Dems to pass the evening talking to the guy from across the street. But you’ve got to admit that’s a memorable night out: $7,500 for Dinner with Obama* (*dinner with Obama not included).
At least he didn’t say he had to go home and eat the dog.
Vegans Beware
You’ll probably starve to death, after reading this.
Entrepreneurs
Today’s Questions For The President
Heh:
Do you and Elizabeth Warren have the same literary agent?
Did you tell your literary agent you were born in Kenya so you’d be invited to a luncheon to meet people like yourself?
Is Elizabeth Warren your composite girlfriend?
Did you and your staff proofread the Obamacare bill as closely as you proofed your bio?
(Thunder)Birds of a feather.