June 2, 2009
Obama: Flagrantly contributing to Global Warning, again.
So, I’m sitting here, about to turn off the TV and go to sleep (follow me on Twitter and you might know why) and what else do I see but him buying burgers at Five Guys for himself, his staff, and the press corps, OF COURSE!
Remember the days when people would say, “I don’t want a president I want to drink a beer with!” Well, I think we have entered the age when I can declare that “I don’t want a president that I can eat a burger with!” What, no Dijon mustard this time (NTTAWWT)?
I’m surprised this man can find the time between his press conferences and prime-time speeches, taking over every industry in America, and apologizing to the Muslim world. If only he would buy me a burger. Then maybe, just maybe, I would love him, too. I mean, did you see him in the limo? He took his suit coat off and put his feet up. He’s just like the rest of us! Except, he’s not. Who else pulled in $2.5 million last year? That’s what I thought.
I just find this all to be too sad and pathetic (pathetic=possibly my word of the day). He eats burgers. So what? Does that surprise anyone other than those liberals in the MSM who are on strict vegan diets since that’s the politically correct thing to do? Shouldn’t they be against his burger binge? I mean, doesn’t the consumption of meat contribute to global warming? I’m just saying.
I consider myself an average American and I am not impressed. In fact, I’m a little disappointed. I would rather have a beer and smoke a cigarette with the guy. It would ring truer to me. This is what we have though. It’s the never-ending presidential election cycle. He’s already doing campaign stops. People thought two years out was bad? This guy started campaigning for the next election on November 5, 2008.
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Oh Come on! Let the man enjoy the food he likes. You can stick to eating portabella mushrooms for the rest of your life. Jerk.
Comment by Dave — June 4, 2009 @ 2:46 pm