As Doug Urbanski said, “Obama sounded like a blustering, tinpot dictator. He should give his next speech from a third-story balcony overlooking a large plaza. He could strap a military pistol on his hip and slap a few fake medals on his chest. Maybe Gaddafi has a crazy hat he can borrow.”
IMAO Reader Metryq took up my challenge to try bringing this image to life:
And thus I award Metryq…
High Praise!
Anyone else seeking High Praise!, please send your Tinpot Obama pic to harvolson@gmail.com.
Because of travel, I don’t have time for a regular post today, but guess who’s now writing for the New York Post?
No, guess again.
No, guess again.
That’s right; me! I knew you’d get it in three tries. Go here to my column, or go buy the paper. It’s nice for my writing to once again be in a form you can roll up and hit the dog with.
Frank mentioned last week that he was “traveling on business” this week.
Really? He’s a software engineer. They don’t travel. Except to Star Trek conventions. And there’s not one going on right now. I checked.
No, software engineers, when they meet, do so via Web conference. Like with WebEx or something.
Which means that either gFrank isn’t a software engineer, or he’s not “traveling on business.”
I checked. Frank really is a software engineer. I don’t know what that is. It sounds like a made-up job like “community organizer” but without all the commie friends. But the company I work for has some of those, too. Software engineers, I mean. Oh, they got commies, too. The commies have Obama stickers on their cars in the parking lot. Not as many as they used to, but there are some. And they can’t park straight.
Anyway, software engineers they don’t do meetings. I’ve actually invited some to meetings. They don’t respond to the invitation. If they do, they don’t show up anyway. So, it’s a real job. Or, at least, there are really people that have that job title.
But software engineers don’t “travel on business.”
So, why is Frank traveling this week? Where’s he going? What’s he doing? I’m trying to figure that out. And here’s what I’ve come up with:
This is just speculation. Informed speculation, mind you, but speculation nonetheless.
If you have an idea where Frank is, let us know.
Put the guitar up on the pool table so the baby would stop going after it. Now the cat has started playing it. Were just sitting in the living room minding our own business, and then comes this perfect strum from the other room. Maybe she can accompany keyboard cat.
My favorite part of Sports Night is the end song because Buttercup always dances to it.
Watching Abraxas: Guardian of the Universe from RiffTrax. With a name like that, I think it’s going to be funny.
Man, I’ve gotten spoiled writing columns for the internet and not having to edit for length.
When trimming for space, the funniest jokes are always the easiest cuts.
You could probably trim all my columns downs into a two paragraph, coherent, serious argument.
Would love if 9/11 were a partisan free zone, like the actual tragedy was that day for 99% of Americans.
Anyway, I love all you Americans, even the left-wing nuts. It’s a great country. I will continue to work to be worthy of it.
Key tip for keeping one’s sanity: Have many other things in your life more important than your politics.
I was in Florida during 9/11. So wanted to do something to help, but was so far away. That evening, the American flag flying out front our apartment complex had fallen off in a storm. A friend and I looked up on a Boy Scout website how to properly fold the flag and went out and retrieved the flag. Most we could do.
What used to take a month’s travel, takes only hours by plane — while just feeling like a month’s travel.
