Drawback to being a nonprofessional blogger: Meatspace obligations trumping ability toSuperman that ho Crack Van the presser or the Town Hall. In any case, TiVo’d it, watched it, and am still finding it hard to believe we have a president who can speak in complete sentences. That part of this ain’t getting old anytime soon.
Obama appeared to do the job of opening up the can of PWNSAUCE the Republicans richly deserved, he answered each one-sentence halfwit question in 41 parts and iambic pentameter, etc, etc. It was fine. It’s gonna take a while till I stop expecting to be outraged at presidential pressers and go back to being moderately annoyed. I was overjoyed he stuck up for FDR, amused at how easy the Republicans have made it for him to cast them as do-nothings, and then bugged because if the debate’s this easy to win, why cave on anything at all?
That being said, fucking A-Rod? I’m sorry, I know I’m supposed to be off killing journalism, but it seems to be dying off just fine on its own, what with the EARTH CAVING IN and people wasting time on whether a dickhead took drugs or not. Don’t get me wrong, my emotional state depends on the UW hockey team doing well and all, I’m not immune to the charms of our sporting life, but had someone stopped the whole damn shebang to ask what the President thought ofthe stunning whoopass the Badgers laid down on the Gophers this last weekend and his opinion on whether Connolly is a god or merely a superhero, my response would still be “… the fuck?”
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