O Captain, My Captain!
Let us review.
Egyptians overthrow their dictatorial president and begin to tip toward Iran-style theocracy. The President suggests light rail and green jobs could help the economy.
The economy shows serious and significant signs of backsliding. The President resolves that Motown is some of the coolest music ever.
Investigations reveal that over 1,000 exceptions to government healthcare have been granted to connected groups, and that the original budget numbers were cooked to hide significant taxpayer losses. The President firmly suggests that a couple dozen state senators from Wisconsin are destroying unions, and that he is resolutely committed to fighting back, maybe, if he has time.
The government is poised for a shutdown, as there is no operating budget and no hope of bipartisan cooperation on developing one without presidential leadership. The President thinks that maybe traditional marriage isn’t as important as he used to think.
Libyan rebels are losing ground fast to federal forces. The President issues a stern warning about kids bullying kids.
Gas prices are skyrocketing due to self-inflicted inflationary pressures and a drilling moratorium. The President points out that as the father of two girls, he wants to see the government address gender-based pay differences in the private sector.
All right. So now Yemen is a powderkeg, Japan is on the brink of nuclear emergency, and the government is still poised for a shutdown. So naturally, the question becomes:
When will the President pick his 2011 March Madness brackets?
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.