The Voice of Experience

Stop Grilling Me, Pleaseee

 

Well I never thought I'd live long enough to see the President of the United States get pissed because a reporter dared to ask a question but I guess that's the way it's going to be under the reign of King Hussein Obama I.  Of course I never thought I'd live long enough to see a President of the United States who wasn't even born in the god-damned country either.  I guess we're going to see a lot of firsts over the next few years so we better get used to it.  Here's a link to the first of what I'm sure will be many sad episodes from the Obama Nation.  http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0109/17831.html.  If you're too hung over from celebrating King Hussein's coronation to click on the link, here's a quick recap:

 

I guess Obama got tired of referring to the reporters as Useful Idiot 1, Useful Idiot 2, etc. and decided to go down to the White House Pressroom and actually learn their names and generally shmooz them a little bit.  When the Politico's Jonathan Martin dared to ask the King about his appointment of a defense lobbyist as Deputy Secretary of Defense on the very day he announced his "strict" ban on hiring lobbyists, Obama got pissed.  He cried like a little girl and begged the reporter to "stop grilling him." 

 

Well, well.  So a reporter asks one question and the King cracks up.  Just wait till he tries to negotiate with all these scumbag world leaders he thinks he can talk into liking us.  I'm sure that will go well.   I can just see Chavez and Ahmadinejad laughing as Obama curls up into the fetal position after they "grill" him.   It's a good thing that Nikia Khrushchev isn't around anymore.  One pound on the table and New York would have been a Soviet province. 

 

It's also worth noting that at the end of the story, Obama tells the reporters that he's already got two workouts in at a private gym he has upstairs at the White House.  First of all, who gives a damn and second, what the hell is he doing working out when the whole country's going down the crapper.  That's not the way Harry Truman did it.  He was too busy kicking the Japs ass to get in even one workout, let alone two.  So I guess when the economy's in the tank, the terrorists are on the move, and the federal debt is through the ceiling, at least we can take comfort in the fact that our President has massive biceps.  Just don't ask him to use them for anything.  He might think you're grilling him.