Thursday, April 20, 2006

"Come on over, baby...

During any kind of natural disaster, the animals start runnin' for cover...they have a built-in sixth sense, a sort of internal warning system that tells them to SCATTER, to just GIT OUTTA there. They flee the approaching storm, well before it assumes hurricane, monsoon or tsunami proportions.

Now, with politicians, it becomes a little more complicated. For instance, Presidential Press Secretary Scott McClellan tendered his resignation yesterday. He may have thot, "well, it's gettin' a bit hot in here". Or, perhaps Prezzidential Advisors told Bush, "Everyone thinks McClellan is a squirming weasel; you'd better get rid of him". Who knows?

I've been watching McClellan's recent briefings; he's had to do a tough job for an administration that obviously hasn't given him much to work with. How do you put a positive spin on the Vice President shooting a hunting buddy? Or a dimwit Prezzident who continues to say we're fighting for freedom when all we're doing is protecting our oil interests? Everyone knows it, c'mon!

So, even though McClellan has been a master at verbal obfuscation, leaving absolutely no clear details of anything in his wake, in a way, I do kinda salute him. A true political garbageman...

Personally, I'm so sick of this administration I could just HURL. Hoooo-ahhhhhh!


Blogger Sage said...

I kinda like McClellan as he can say more things without saying anything than ANYONE I have ever heard in my entire life. He is truly irreplaceable.

10:49 PM  
Blogger little ol' me said...

Well, yeah, ol 'scott would probably make a good dance partner; he steps on no one's toes!

7:31 PM  

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