Grab that liberal rag and spread it thickly on the new carpet. It's no longer August but Obama is getting wee-weed up again, complaining yesterday in Milwaukee that "they talk about me like a dog." (See previous post.) The blogosphere emitted a collective "huh?" and then got busy with the jokes.
You may ask, can't he hear himself? Nope. Not even a faint echo.
Jim Geraghty:
Man, so many punchlines, so little space – “his bark is worse than his bite,” “this dog has had its day,” “we’re on to his dog and pony show,” “he’s made a dog’s breakfast of the economy,” “this explains why he always acts like he ate his own homework,” “the White House has gone to the dogs,” he’s howling at the moon, something about a ruined carpet, we feel like a fire hydrant, chasing the mailman, we’re all dog-tired of him, and finally, who let this dog out? …Much more at Memeorandum.
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