The president spoke at the annual super elite Gridiron Dinner the other evening about the goings on in his administration and Washington. He stated he didn't have a big bunch of jokes because his joke writers were on furlough.
Chirp.
Chirp.
It's probably okay that he didn't lay a bunch of humor on the audience considering the appalling manifestations that the president's decisions have caused, unbelievably among them, a closed White House. However, they did laugh as only elites can do because in Washington one notices the unemployment rate is not very high. Government has been very good to people in Washington and outlying areas close by.
And then there's this unfortunate part of his speech: the inevitable public humiliation that can only come from a Me president, not a We president as he observed there were a few people not in attendance. He's referring to Bob Woodward who recently pulled Obama's covers on his participatioin in Sequestration. He marginalizes Bob Woodward as a has been by questioning his current abilities, making outright fun of him.
Mr. Obama employs the most insidious little trick in the book by calling out Mr. Woodward's "advanced" age--he's nearing 70. He is intimating that Mr. Woodward is simply prickly and somewhat bitter. Only someone way off the mark, like Woodward, would misunderstand the White House personnel in such an off way.
Again, this display of ageism is something I've come to expect from a president and the people who work for him, along with lies, deception and cover ups. Ageism is the smug, condescending cousin of racism, tokenism and the rest of the isms that keep people apart by a winking/nudging, self-satisfied gang who can't be trusted with anything important or life threatening.
Life goes on
The president did not tell the divine dinner crowd that regardless of the cuts, he and the First Mrs. are continuing their extravagant ways by he going on a vaca and she jumping the D.C. ship of fools for less lugubrious climes, a ski trip in Snowsville. That's the in-your-face kind of arrogance we're sorrily getting used to.
While the White House is closed, unemployment remains high, there's been a huge increase in taxes all around and gas is over $4.50 a gallon, these clowns try to impress each other at their stupid, insipid insiders' dinner.
Thanks for the read.
Chirp.
Chirp.
It's probably okay that he didn't lay a bunch of humor on the audience considering the appalling manifestations that the president's decisions have caused, unbelievably among them, a closed White House. However, they did laugh as only elites can do because in Washington one notices the unemployment rate is not very high. Government has been very good to people in Washington and outlying areas close by.
And then there's this unfortunate part of his speech: the inevitable public humiliation that can only come from a Me president, not a We president as he observed there were a few people not in attendance. He's referring to Bob Woodward who recently pulled Obama's covers on his participatioin in Sequestration. He marginalizes Bob Woodward as a has been by questioning his current abilities, making outright fun of him.
Mr. Obama employs the most insidious little trick in the book by calling out Mr. Woodward's "advanced" age--he's nearing 70. He is intimating that Mr. Woodward is simply prickly and somewhat bitter. Only someone way off the mark, like Woodward, would misunderstand the White House personnel in such an off way.
Again, this display of ageism is something I've come to expect from a president and the people who work for him, along with lies, deception and cover ups. Ageism is the smug, condescending cousin of racism, tokenism and the rest of the isms that keep people apart by a winking/nudging, self-satisfied gang who can't be trusted with anything important or life threatening.
Life goes on
The president did not tell the divine dinner crowd that regardless of the cuts, he and the First Mrs. are continuing their extravagant ways by he going on a vaca and she jumping the D.C. ship of fools for less lugubrious climes, a ski trip in Snowsville. That's the in-your-face kind of arrogance we're sorrily getting used to.
Thanks for the read.
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