Liar liar ...

pants on fire.


Heard the Obymusiya on the radio yesterday, blathering (again). Bout how bad times are, and how they aren't going to get better soon. Just more of the same stinky sh*te MSM was peddling, before the election (and of course such, helping to get The One elected). Now that he's Prez, and MSM has been party to sabotaging the economy. Obie's got to pedal a lot faster. In order not to get blamed, for not being able to fix it. And so he himself ... yesterday, set the bar to exactly one millimeter [above ground (though whether or not he can jump that hurdle?)].

For two years, we heard booming from every mountaintop, echoing from every valley ... Hope and Change. Over and over, and fooking over again. Yeah, we got change alright. But now? Now he's telling us not to get our hopes up. Fifteen whole days in office. And out the window ... goes the entire concrete foundation of the campaign. Flippantly discarded, with nary a whim. This guy, he don't just lie, he sets the freakin standard.



Damn ... this shuvlin sh*t is hard work.




Aw fook me ... forgot to stop for Marlboro's, again.




What am I going to do when I get out of prison? I haven't actually thought about it yet.




Just whistle while you work (whistle)
Put on that grin and start right in
to whistle loud and long
Just hum a merry tune (hum)
Just do your best and take a rest
and sing your self a song

And whistle while you work (whistle) ...




Whoa ... hold on a minute there. I didn't promise you guys the moon and stars. All I said was ...




We don't like to call them lies. We prefer the term: reality timeouts.




I know you are Elmo, but what am I?



MSM .... dinosaur press, in all its (fading) glory.

The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn




We're Presidentin' now baby!




Did anyone remember to get that guy's phone number?




Going down ....