We failed.

I don’t think these assholes would have played such games with President Reagan or even President Bush – either one of them.

If so, here are two short videos you absolutely must see. The arrogance of our “public servants” is beyond the pale.

Here is Charlie Rangel, democrat Congressman from Harlem, a writer of tax laws and noted tax cheat, telling a citizen to “mind his goddamned business.”

Here is a a Chicago Alderman’s charming way of dealing with a citizen who wished to present him with a petition.

No comment seems necessary.

Update: I fixed the broken link. Thanks, Dave.

We have recently learned that Barack Obama is “addicted” to the teleprompter. I suppose this is not very surprising given how busy he has been destroying the free-market economy saving the United States, the free world the planet. In fact, we also learned that doing all this changey stuff has him a bit “overwhelmed,” so much so that he often forgets how to manage some very basic things.

Hence the Telecrapper.

PRS Operatives have learned that the President has had a Telecrapper, a specially designed teleprompter-like device, installed in each of the private bathrooms in the White House. As such, when the President feels a bathroom Urge of The Second Kind, he flips a switch on the Telecrapper for some necessary prompting.

PRS has managed to get an exclusive, first-hand look at the device and its associated script:

UNBUCKLE BELT

UNBUTTON TROUSERS

UNZIP FLY

PULL TROUSERS DOWN

PULL UNDERWEAR DOWN

SIT

SQUEEZE/PUSH (IT’S OK TO PEE TOO)

LISTEN FOR PLOP/SPLASH

UNROLL SOME TOILET PAPER (THE SOFT STUFF IS OK; YOU’RE THE PRESIDENT)

FOLD OR CRUMPLE (YOUR CHOICE)

WIPE AND REPEAT WITH MORE PAPER UNTIL PAPER IS CLEAN

DROP SOILED PAPER INTO TOILET

FLUSH

STAND

PULL UNDERWEAR UP

PULL TROUSERS UP

TUCK IN SHIRT/BUTTON TROUSERS

ZIP FLY

BUCKLE BELT

CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED YOUR BIOTASK.

We were informed that last week the President tried to kick his Telecrapper addiction, cold turkey, and he forgot the “Pull Underwear Down” step. Joe Biden was called to help clean up.

Reliable sources tell us that the President has a similar script loaded into his Blackberry for those occasions when he is away from the White House.

Mom: Your father and I are anxious to meet your new girlfriend.

Dad: We sure are, son. I’ll bet she’s a real looker.

Son: She sure is, and I have more good news.

Mom: Really? Do tell.

Son: I asked her to marry me and she said “yes.” We’re getting married in two months!

Mom: Oh, my. There is so much to do between now and then. So many arrangements to be made. What’s the hurry? Is she pr——?

Son: No, not that. She’s just so special, I don’t want to give her time to change her mind is all.

Dad: So, when do get to meet the little lady?

Son: I’ll bring her by tomorrow, but I have a picture with me.

Mom: Oh, we’re so excited for you. Let’s see her picture.

Son: Here she is.

Mom:

Dad:

(Note: The story on the photo is here.)

I sat down to blog and had a sneezing fit. What’s up wit dat?

Bad ice?

You’ve been spared.

You’re welcome.

I’ve been watching, listening and reading the news, and, because of that, I am very bad company at the moment. I also realize that it is impossible to blog when the monitor is fogged from steam coming out of one’s ears.

It’s not easy to be mellow while watching one’s country being flushed down the crapper.

That is all.

Doug Ross provides us with an excellent video explanation of the Stimulus Package. Watch the linked video.

It’s time to listen to some Dion.

Here’s Dion singing “I Wonder Why” just a couple years ago, live. He originally made the record with the Belmonts in 1958, when he was a teenager. I figure I’m just slightly older than the wheel, and Dion is a handful of years older than I. He still sings with laser precision.

As Dax would say, “Just Damn!”

I thought a little diversion from the news horribles of the day is in order.

What say we play a little mind game? Not exactly like a crossword puzzle or that brain-numbing Sudoku thing – nay, this is a game of choice. The key is that you must choose one of the options provided. It is most important to remember that death is not an option.

Would you rather:

(a) Mug it up for five minutes with Helen Thomas; or
(b) Eat a tablespoon of dogshit?
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Watch Chuck Schumer take a shower; or
(b) Watch Barney Frank take a shower?
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Perform a prostate exam on Michael Moore; or
(b) Smack your thumb hard with a hammer?
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Listen to 24 hours of non-stop Hillary Clinton speeches; or
(b) Watch a 24 hour marathon of “The View?”
Remember, death is not an option.

(a) Give Harry Reid a one-hour massage; or
(b) Stand waist-deep in a cesspool for four hours?
Remember, death is not an option.

Now, wasn’t that fun?

Thinking about starting a business?

Thinking about New Jersey?

Think again.