Tuesday, January 20, 2009

This isn't a poem or anything...

But I just need to get something off my chest. As of this hour, the president is now Barack Obama. I am sick to death of his minions already. "I'm so glad that 8 years of idiocy, incompetence, torture, and disregard for the Constitution are over!" said one Facebook luminary. And don't forget that he's going to heal the planet!

Another complained that Obama was receiving way too much criticism and that he was mad about it. Bueller? Do I need to kiss a portrait of his backside? No wait, was he serious? Yes he was. He was mad that people weren't excited as he was to have a new president. Well guess what. I'm not excited. Go ahead and tickle yourself giddy if you think he's something special, but don't you dare tell the rest of us what brutes we are for making fun of your slobbering, cultish devotion.

3 comments:

Gino said...

and he can't even pick a decent poet lauriate,either.

next inaguration, i nominate you to write the dang poem.

Tiger Lilly said...

Yes! My sentiments exactly! I've seen his face so many times, I never want to see it again. And he's only been president for one day.

Night Writer said...

Do you call them a "poet lariat" when they make you want to go for a rope?