Mr. President: Respect the Office — Please!

Written by Steve Bowers on December 18, 2013

When will the fun stop?

Your president goes to Mandela’s Memorial Service and takes half his court with him. Eric Holder, Valerie Jarrett (does her face look swollen to you, like it does to me?), Susan “No Whopper is Too Big For Me To Tell” Rice and, reluctantly (?), Michelle were all having a good time on our dime. Obama was taking “selfie” photos. Taking such photos (ignoring momentarily the impropriety and disrespectful nature of such photos at a funeral) is a crude and hillbilly way of documenting your proximity to someone famous. At least I thought so.

But what do you do if you’re only the sort of famous person and not the real famous person (who is dead and gone)? And what do you do if you’re not really deserving of any sort of fame because you’ve never done a lick of real work in your life? What if your only accomplishment is signing a bill no one ever read, which is destroying healthcare in this Nation? A bill for which you, and the incompetent nerds who worship and work for you, can’t even get the signup website to function properly. What if your fame is due to some media dork ascribing “coolness” (whatever that is) to you?

What do you do, particularly, when your approval ratings are in the toilet because everyone except the congenitally Democratic panderers have begun to figure you out?
Simple answer. You take your own photo. Because; 1) you are still sort of famous, 2) no one else wants to, 3) you’re good lookin’, 4) famous events should be recorded, 5) Michelle won’t do it, 6) You’re cute and so is the Danish PM, 7) you can tell your grandkids about the schizophrenic sign-language guy who got past security and 8) you may be less photogenic after Michelle gets done with you later that evening.

Somehow your president gets goofier all the time while he also, correspondingly, is becoming less interesting. Funny how that works. (For example, Pee Wee Herman’s first movie was funnier than any that followed. It wears off.)

Why do I suspect we will one day learn that your prez never gave up smoking and consumed a lot of weed in the Whitehouse and had parties where some very dubious stuff went on. Stuff that probably wouldn’t surprise us if his college and law school records were available to us. I’ve always had the feeling there is information in his academic records far more questionable than just lousy grades. By now, who among us doesn’t believe him to be our first “affirmative action” president. Who would be surprised at low academic marks? But all that is for another day.

Finding out our Prez was a lousy student would explain a lot of stuff just now. It might even generate some sympathy for him. “Oh, no wonder he seems incompetent. It’s because he is! He’s a dummy and that is why he surrounds himself with dummies. He doesn’t know they’re dummies. How can he when he’s a dummy himself?”

Nuts! I’d feel more kinship with him under those circumstances. That’s why I wonder what else is in his academic records, which has nothing to do with academics.

But for now, while we are still willing to ignore your president’s murky past, can we just get our Prez to fake it and “act presidential” and keep his paws off some other guy’s wife. The Danish First Husband probably stayed home. (Maybe he’s no Commie.) I think Michelle has her own kind of creepiness, but she doesn’t need to be treated to watching her wimpy husband handling the blonde Danish PM. I’ve lost all respect for these people, but I still respect the office they hold. Including the position of First Lady.

Mr. President, please grow up.

The world is watching and has noted your weakness and petulant partying. This ain’t some high school or frat toker party! Knock it off!

As our Naked Emperor in Chief – even though you may think yourself impervious to criticism because you’ve donned some new dudes (Mandela’s Mantle) – you’re still naked and only the stupidest (ie; double Obama voters) and those folks feeding at the public teet are still blinded by your faded “coolness.”

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Steve Bowers
Steve Bowers grew up on a farm in Indiana, attended Indiana University and went into the construction business. While working on a construction project at a law school he was appalled at how lawyers could screw stuff up on a simple building project. Thinking he could do better, Steve went to law school. He’s pretty naive.