Anechoic Room: Obama the Clown

Hi kiddies ... Obie the Clown here, givin y'all a new media shout out (tweet tweet!). Wherever you may be (or whichever alternate universe/reality you inhabit). Today be Wednesday, and of course you know what that means? Yep ... uh huh, thazz right. Just like every other single freakin day of me glorious administration, it's speech day. HUZZAH!

OK now .... calm down .... tain't nothin, just like all my other speeches (you know, do as I say, not as I do).

[Alt: Words must mean something.].

OK so where were we? Right, abso-fookin-lutely nowhere (sheetcreekwithoutapaddle). Do I hear someone crying? [that can't be right (during an Obama administration)]. What's that .... politicizing the Department of Homeland Security? Tain't nothin (all in a day's work).

No .... really, no need to thank me
[for clarifying Attorney General Holder's remarks (ya ain't cowards ... you're terrorists!)].

Anyway, bout that lil episode where I bent over and fluffed the Saudi King's nuts .... shoot. I didn't know, anybody can make a mistake (then another, and another, and another). But heck, I'm lurnin this Prezadent thingy (and one of these days I might actually stop criticizing America, while standing atop foreign soil?)

So I've joined an Islamist band, and I've been teaching them all the lyrics in our CIA field investigation handbook (is this a cool job or what). And I've been catching pirates.

Who's bad? Yep, you got it man, eye yam. I'm the baddest pirate catcher around.

Lemme stop you right there (I know what you're thinking) .... sure, maybe I talk a little too much.

And maybe once an hour or so, I tell a teency lil white lie. But I digress.

If any of you are ever in the nation's capital .... pop on over for a visit. Ya don't need a fancy car, or have to know any famous Hollywood folks (like me). Just show up .... you are always welcome at the People's House.