Posts Tagged ‘Barack Obama’
So “Beer Summit 2009” took place in the back of the White House last night.
You know, I’m sure Barack Obama put out the Chex mix, peanuts and badly cooked Vienna sausages to give it that feel from “Cheers.”
And so we have the President, Dr. Gates and Sgt. Crowley… and Veep Biden (?!) … all hanging out like a bunch of guys on a weekend pass fresh on the heels of some Amway convention.
Just look at them. How staged was this dumb thing? It’s been in the news for more than week and there’s not even a pool table or a jukebox blaring “All My Exes Live in Texas.” What gives?
Evidently “Happy Hour” wasn’t so happy. Sad, you try to get a few dudes together to play beer pong and quarters and now the Congress and national media get involved. No fun. And spin control at its finest. Yawn.
As if the outdoor-lounging, suit-wearing, Biden-interrupted toast to nothing was bad enough, we have another national debate sparked out of what beer should be shotgunned… er, sipped out on the White House lawn.
In a letter to Obama dated Wednesday, Massachusetts Rep. Richard Neal strongly urges the president not to drink Budweiser, now owned by a Belgian company. Nor should the White House consider serving Miller or Coors, Neal writes, both owned by a United Kingdom conglomerate.
This country’s deficit is going the way of U.S. War Bonds, swine flu is killing everyone but pigs and then there’s that government-run health care idea, and this is what this tool thinks is most important?! Shilling for the president to slurp on a Sam Adams?!
So, for those dunderheads keeping score at home:
POTUS: Bud Light
Gates: Sam Adams Light
Crowley: Blue Moon
And after the round of suds, what happened? Did Crowley show Gates more moves he learned at the police academy, slamming his grill in the rose bushes outside? Did Gates get so hammered, he began giving Obama nuggies? Did Biden… well, he always looks that way. Nevermind.
Let’s put the brakes on this ridiculous news cycle, everyone. Back to running the country. Places!
Recently, the leader of the free world overstepped his boundaries just a skosh when he decided to comment on the Dr. Henry Louis Gates’ plight of being arrested at his own house for breaking and entering.
This arrest sparked yet another tired debate on police ethics, racism and what is and is not the business of the federal government.
You know, your typical week in America. (Sigh.)
Evidently, the good doctor flared a little attitude when asked for I.D. (understandably so) at his own crib and the cop was fueled by a 911 call. MEMO to the police, the caller said “suitcase”, not “race.” Just sayin’.
President Obama spent 55.5 minutes discussing health care policy for an entire nation. Good stuff for a headline, but he was thrown a ticking time bomb that blew up in his face for the last 4.5 minutes of that news conference.
“Mr. President, care to comment on Dr. Gates’ arrest?”
It doesn’t matter what was asked. That statement was in slow motion, SPOTUS Gibbs was in the back slicing his wrists as the result has now been dubbed… “HenryLouis-Gate” (cute, right).
What everyone does know is the police officer apparently acted “stupidly.” Doh!
Much ado about nothing ensued causing a national upheaval and one large presidential wedgie of his now-heralded Mom pants.
Being the casual, laissez-faire kind of cat, Obama decides to do what all presidents would do in this situation – make it worse by offering diplomacy on tap.
Sweet. Stupidly. And evidently at Crowley’s behest?
Mr. Obama phoned Crowley, who suggested the three men sit down for a beer at the White House. The president said he liked the idea, and Gates reportedly concurred when Mr. Obama phoned him next.
Man, if it is that easy to influence an executive order, I need to make a phone call or blog my man about these pesky tax returns. Maybe, we solve our grievances over a dollar store visit or something.
Hey, uh, your royal exuberance? Call me.
Roaming around the Internet – and the country – like Lawrence of Arabia, I have been ramping up the air miles like a true PR vagabond. However, I have been neglecting a certain blog.
It’s sad because I’m never dry on opinion and there have been a litany of PR stories to rant about, such as:
> Michael Jackson and the news cycle that keeps on rolling
> Obama. Need I really say more, namely with the “Brotherhood of the All-Star Pitching Mom Pants“?!
> Health care, energy and other mind-numbing things to make you pray for rapture
Whatever the situation, I have missed out, but… I’m baaaaaack.
Hold the fanfare, just send the comments.
America has been on a tilt-a-whirl of historic presidential elections lately. We have gone from a hanging chad to the least popular guy getting the gig and most recently, massive voter registeration fraud to get their guy in the White House.
Recently, said insolvent ne’er-do-well spokesperson Scott Levenson from ACORN was a guest on the Glenn Beck show where they candidly and energetically discussed the dead people registered to vote, identity thieves hired to do to the registering and the maladroit fumblings of “partiality” ACORN exercises.
I mean it is voting after all. You would think some of that should be unbiased. Just a skosh?
Although Beck took Levenson for a trip around the block with his obtuse analogies, Levenson left the FOX studios knowing one salient truth – fire his crisis communications trainer.
Talk about a complete dolt. From fighting the caloric intake of gas Levenson injested trying to block the crap hurled in his direction to his hyper mumbling about the 2008 election and harangue of non-answers, this guy looked like a fool.
Beck lights him up with, “You sir, and your organization, are bad for America.”
Suddenly, stumbling and bumbling mouth retorts:
“You’re just afraid of black people.”
Yeah, because that’s about as classic as “I know you are but what am I” and “Your mama.”
And then, in sweet fashion, Glenn Beck gets to gloat by chunking Levenson out of studio. If you are so inclined, the entertaining reparte is here, and Beck’s bragedocio is below. Watch this peacock strut. Good for a giggle.
Quite often, the media has to unplug the teleprompters and go ad-lib [cue your fave scary music here].
Hairs stand up on the back of necks, loud gulps can be heard in the production room and shivers are felt from the anchor’s desk to the receptionist’s area.
Why? Because the college graduates forget all the perfunctory items of reporting and go all “hooked on phonics” with their thinking patterns.
Now, just to add a monkey wrench to the situation, forget the white Bronco doing 120 mph down the highway.
Let’s pretend it’s something so newsworthy that all networks have to consecutively stop down and report. Oh, I don’t know… like the president of the United States ordering his lunch!?
Yeah, I know. Reporting at its best. Let’s forget the 27 million folks looking for a job, health care so unaffordable people are considering a move to Canada and oh yeah, that whole war thing. Enjoy this from “The Daily Show,” which calls B.S. on MSNBC.
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