Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Sorry State of the Union Address

Article II, Section 3 of the U. S. Constitution says; "He shall from time to time give to Congress information of the State of the Union and recommend to their Consideration such measures as he shall judge necessary and expedient."

The Constitution doesn't require an annual State of the Union address but it has become an honored tradition followed by most all of the presidents since Woodrow Wilson. Thank goodness it doesn't require We the People to watch it. It is vital that we stay informed but within a few minutes the transcript will be available and by morning the blogosphere will be overflowing with translations and opinions.

I won't be watching tonight. To quote the great poet, Dylan; "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows". Unless you have been in a coma for the last decade, you should have some idea of the State of the Union and unless you are still drinking the Libtard's toxic Kool-Aid, you already know that BHO is a prevaricator of the first order. I won't be able to watch because the idea of seeing Uncle Fester Biden and Blinky, the Botox Queen popping up and applauding wildly before each standing ovation will be more than my lower GI can stand.

Tonight, If you feel that you must watch the acting presidents Sorry State of the Union Address, please dress accordingly. Just imagine that you have front and center tickets to a Gallagher concert. Raincoats and plastic tarps may not be enough to protect you from the spray of bovine residue that the One will be spewing tonight. Just watch his behavior.

On the other hand, tonight might be an excellent opportunity to start a savings account. Instead of the old drinking game where you down a shot each time BHO says "I" or "Me" or blames George Bush, just make a mark and when he is done tally up and for each mark put a dollar in a savings account. Instead of getting commode hugging drunk listening to the spiel of lies, you might be able to set aside a pretty good nest egg.

I can't stand to watch that Post Turtle*. He will be like a bobble head watching a ping pong game, with his head swing back and forth between the prompters. Obama's reliance on the prompters probably explain the halting choppy rhythm to his speech. We were led to believe that he was a great silver tongued orator and now we know that he is just a very expensive ventriloquists dummy.

* Post Turtle; You know he didn't get up there by himself, ... He doesn't belong there, ... and he doesn't know what to do while he is up there. And what in the world was the fool that put him there in the first place thinking?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I wish he would suddenly find himself saying things like "dis and dat, know what I'm sayin', and whatchoo gonna do?" We would find out how tolerant the democrats are.