Grow Up
It’s an article of faith among Obama-ites that everything bad that has occurred (and will occur)during President Obama’s presidency is ALL BUSHITLERCHENEYKKK’S FAULT!!1!! ZOMG!!!
The sun rose in the east today (on the Mandarin’s command), and equally as predictably, the Obama Administration blamed President Bush for the current financial pickle in which President Obama finds himself. Opining in the WSJ, chairman of the president’s Council of Economic Advisers Christina Romer says:
President Obama took office at the height of the worst downturn since the Great Depression. Following the collapse of Lehman Brothers in the fall of 2008, both weak and strong financial institutions faced panic-induced runs, and by last November, job losses rose to over half a million per month. Over the winter, any hope that the crisis might be limited to the United States was dashed as countries throughout the world began reporting breathtaking declines in GDP and trade.
It’s! All! Bush’s! Fault!
Hey, just sayin’ and everything, but isn’t unemployment right now at the highest level in a generation, higher than projected even after giving full (tehoretically predicted) effect to your stinker of Giant Amazing Technicolor Stimulus Bill?
Grow up, man up, make a plan, take your shot and live with it. Americans don’t expect you to have all the answers, but they do expect you to try your hardest and behave. Blaming others for your mistakes is beneath the office of the president.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.