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Obama Despair Syndrome, ODS2

March 5, 2009

Comrades, er…. No! I’m not ready to go there yet.  Umm, listen folks, I’ve had a hard time the last few days trying to isolate the idea I wanted to post about–I finally decided that I’d try to squash all the latest bull hockey together, so I’ll try.

During the Bush years the LEFT, especially the FarLEFT, suffered from BDS, Bush Derangement Syndrome. The mere mention of his name, glimpse of his face or of him walking or the whisper of his voice, most specifically his wordings of speech, brought about foaming mouths, apoplectic jerking of limbs and complete spinning of heads until they popped off whereupon it would continue to spin like a top on the floor  it’s eyes bugged out with spittle and snot spraying outward infecting others nearby.

As we came to understand that HRO (His Royal Obamaness), The ONE, The Messiah, Dear Leader was not only going to win the Demon-crat nomination for President, but then the election itself, ODS, Obama Derangement Syndrome,  [see fellow WP blogger’s take, altho I have already written about it in another world, linked below: Coming Soon… Obama Derangement Syndrome] set in and rabid Conservatives  began their own version of what had afflicted TheLEFT for eight years with similar disastrous results. They claim he’s not a TRUE born American, that he’s Muslim, that this & that, and waste so much time and effort trying to stop him from taking office or, even now, trying to have him impeached, etc. instead of working to make our representatives stand up to all the Path to Socialism bills, policies and executive orders.

I came to realize since I posted last that I am beginning to suffer from OSD2, Obama DESPAIR Syndrome. Everyday when opens his mouth to say things like, “there are no earmarks!” “The Markets downturn has nothing to do with what we’re doing!” etc. my stomach shrinks and turns over, my head starts to hurt and my will to live loses just another notch on my POM, Pragmatic Optimism Meter.

You cannot turn on anything, TV, Radio or Internet without being (more…)

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Responsibility, Mo’Money & Bigger Government; Yada, Yada, Blah, Blah, Blah

February 25, 2009

Trying. To. Keep. Head. From. Exploding!

I’m watching my tape of Dear Leader’s State of Calamity Speech, Governor Bobby (the futrue hope of the Republican Party???) Jindal’s stilted, boring and ineffectual rebuttal and the forever dissection by the Talking Heads (not the eclectic 70s, 80s,90s band) and vapid politicians from last night.

Holy Crap!

There are many much more qualified political commenters all over the web (click any of the Links in my side panel) than me, so I’m going to disappoint you [sarc] and decline boring you with details from the speech or the continuing empty bullshit from The ONE. I will say this again, Holy Crap. How the hell is any of this going to get paid for? He’s going to quadruple the deficit and double the government as a whole.  The expansions for energy alternatives, education & health care are insane and unrealistic–again, please look to others for the nitty-gritty for those analysiseseses (geez, what is the plural of analysis?).

Here’s what I saw:

Her Majesty, the Queen, Nancy Pelosi portraying one of two things–a jack-in-the-box or a Jr. high School cheerleader.  And if I ever have to spend another hour of my life looking at her Mortimor Snerd (who’s old enough out there to remember that reference? See Below) smirk I will have to kill myself.

Mortimer Snerd by danielhandal.

I also study how the audience claps, from hands flap-slapping together–all vary in enthusiasm and speed from the one clap a second to the wing beat velocity of an African Swallow; and in the same vein of reference (NodNodWinkWink) there are also the cupped-handed coconut clappers; the golf claps to the clapping of one hand to the back of the other as they study the program; the the up/down Gore center-of-the-chest-clap (who teaches that one, where does one learn it? I suspect they all rode the short-yellow-school bus) and the “oh boy, goody, goody happy clap” (Pelosi) the hand straight up as in prayer and clapping as if a cupcake was being held out to her.

I also like when they pan the audience and see the outright boredom of the law-makers until enjoined to jump to theie feet by the aforementioned cheerleader above, but I shouldn’t point fingers, at least I could fast forward–they couldn’t.

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