...into the new Mad magazine continues unabated, with one of their editors, Evan Thomas, gushing like a groupie in the stalls at a rock concert... oh, c'mon, click that link if you haven't already heard about Thomas' performance on Hardball, with Chris "Tingle Toes" Matthews.
So, I cranked up the Photoshop and envisioned Thomas' fevered dreams...
Wipe your chin, Mr. Thomas.
Heh. Just like Mr. Bush, Mr. Clinton, Mr. Bush, Mr. Reagan, Mr. Carter, et.al., Mr. Obama wakes up with bad breath, rubs out his eye boogers, scratches himself, and dons his trousers one leg at a time. He may or may not go commando. I neither know nor care.
He's nowhere near as important as you think.
Nor should we ever allow ourselves to believe that any indivdual person is that important, in this context.
Gah. Newsweak, indeed.
So, I cranked up the Photoshop and envisioned Thomas' fevered dreams...
Wipe your chin, Mr. Thomas.
Heh. Just like Mr. Bush, Mr. Clinton, Mr. Bush, Mr. Reagan, Mr. Carter, et.al., Mr. Obama wakes up with bad breath, rubs out his eye boogers, scratches himself, and dons his trousers one leg at a time. He may or may not go commando. I neither know nor care.
He's nowhere near as important as you think.
Nor should we ever allow ourselves to believe that any indivdual person is that important, in this context.
Gah. Newsweak, indeed.
And as always Charles dishes out Whoop*ss by the shovelful.
Hasn't GodKing already been done?
Thanks buddy.