Meet the New Czars

I apologize for not being around much this weekend. Family necessities (like chasing the little ADHDs around first my house, then someone else's house, yelling and screaming and threatening to send them to live with the president and ultimately collapsing to catch my breath because I'm getting too fat and old to be chasing little evil vessels of vitality around anyone's house) and few organized thoughts have kept me away.

Not that my thoughts are what I'd call organized on any other day.

Luckily, I ran across this little laugher, by Andrew Thomas of Dark Angel Politics via American Thinker, this morning before heading off on another fun-filled day of family torture.

Click to scratch and sniff.

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Meet the New Czars

The Obugger Effect: 9.5 % Employment

Nice of the pres to promise, to borrow a phrase from John Boehner, that filthy "pile of shit" Porkulus would stem it at 8%.

Fat chance, Mr. Arrogant. Perhaps you should be giving yourself the evil eye in the mirror...


Speaking of giving the evil eye: If Mark Sanford loves his soul mate so much, he should go ahead and resign and get on with the his great love affair, sparing us all. At least then he'll stop wasting taxpaper's money.

Besides, like Frank J. says: "I’d hope my wife would murder me before letting me go on and on and embarrass myself like Sanford."

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The Obugger Effect: 9.5 % Employment

Big Gay Ice Cream Truck

This is the one Obugger sneaks off to all by himself, leaving the girls at home with Mobama. He tells them he's going golfing...along the Appalachian Trial.

The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck's location?

Argentina.

Bill Clinton and Mark Sanford are meeting Obugger there for a cone and a threesome (golfing, you dirty-minded bastard!) on Saturday, to celebrate cap-and-tax getting through the House on Friday.

Joy!

h/t: Bits & Pieces

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Big Gay Ice Cream Truck