Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Home Office Hath No Fury…

The Beloved Spouse was an early Obama adopter. Got on the bandwagon early and stuck with him through the first two years of his alleged presidency. So it was no surprise when she received a email from him yesterday.

Friend --
I'm writing to invite you to dinner.

Personally, I only invite people whose names I know to dinner, but this is politics. Maybe it’s different.

If that sounds familiar, it's because we've done this before. I've asked the campaign to organize small, five-person dinners with supporters like you as a regular thing.
These dinners are important to me. Not just because they help me stay connected to supporters like you who are doing the hard work of building this campaign, but because they set us apart.
No matter what our opponents do over the next 14 months, we have chosen to put people at the heart of our campaign -- and we're focused on building it one grassroots donation at a time.
I'm asking you to make one today.

Now I understand. He’s inviting her to buy dinner. If that’s not a politician, I don’t know what is.

Our focus on everyday Americans and their stories has always made our organization more than just a political campaign.
From the very beginning, we've set out to practice a different kind of politics -- proving that we don't need checks from Washington lobbyists or unlimited special-interest money to win an election.

He keeps talking about a different brand of politics. I never realized “different” is a synonym for “ineffective.”

This is all pretty lame, Barry doing his Audacity of Hope bit for Democrats who haven’t been paying attention. Well, The Beloved Spouse has been paying attention to him since before he won his first primary. Here is her reply (Used with her permission, of course):


I might donate later, after I see how long this fire in your belly for the American Jobs Act lasts. You're back on the campaign trail, so you're all fired up and ready to go. Where the heck have you been?

You, Barack, have disappointed me beyond words. You have shown no leadership, no spine, no determination, and no flippin' insight into what you are up against. You have underestimated your opponents time and time again. I am not a very happy Democrat at the moment.

You are going to get my vote. I'm pretty much resigned to that. But, honestly, if there was a viable Democratic challenger, I'd have to at least look at a choice.

Choice. Change. Pffft. Words.

Get serious, Barack. I don't want to live in the kind of world invisioned by Perry, Paul, Bachmann and Cain. I might be able to tolerate Romney or Huntsman, but only because they seem as weak-willed and spineless as you turned out to be.

Sorry. I had such high hopes for you, too.

Catch me later.

The Democrats had better get a handle on who their friends are damn quick. If they’ve lost TBS, they’re in big trouble.

1 comment:

Charlieopera said...

With just a 34% poll showing people think it's time for a third party, I understand the beloved spouse's feelings.

Which is why I'll be rooting for any of the extreme lunatics on the right while voting for Nader or the socialist party.

Things truly have to get worse before they can get better. In my lifetime, labor has never suffered as much as under this president (not even close) and although I doubt the whackjobs on the extreme right can do more to labor (because it serves their purposes best to throw occasional bones our way), the truth is, there won't be a viable third party (not just a candidate) until enough of the country starts to realize the Democrat-Republican option is a yo-yo that is somewhat akin to masturbation (minus the payoff).

So, I'll be rooting for the absolute biggest asswipe in the Republican Party (hard to figure out which one that is--they're all pretty close--except your beloved spouse is right, Romney's jello spine reminds me of Obama most), but until they actually manage to convince the populace that $2.00 an hour will employ all of us; that the more people die from lack of health care, the faster they can raise us to $2.50 an hour; that we can probably do without educations since we'll all be sweeping up after them (the rich) anyway, we'll just be going back and forth forever ... and with no payoff, it'll start to chaff ...

Doc nailed it when he called this clown President Fredo ... the one who fumbled the gun but we still all feel sorry for.