Barack and Hugo
Barack and Hugo
The rain in DC today is almost Biblical in it’s totality. Since the temperature has gone from 85 degrees to 40 degrees in matter of hours, I’ve joined the legions of locals with scratchy throats all of whom would rather be surfing the sofa. I was headed there when I was stopped by my office VP who strongly suggested I stick around. We have a customer in town and are supposed to schlep accross the street for an ill conceived happy hour.
Who does happy hour on a Monday? Evidently these people do. Though from where I sit, I’ve seen two head bobs and enough glances at their wrists to assure me that I’m not the only one who would rather be cuddled in for the night.
A word about Barack and Hugo’s handshake. Who cares? If I had a dollar for every handshake where I thought the owner of that hand was an ass? Well, I wouldn’t be sitting here waiting for happy hour, I can tell you that much. At least he didn’t get a shoe thrown at him, which would have been pretty funny.
In fact, Hugo gave Barack a book which I thought was a nice gesture. Conciliatory even. Chavez called George Bush “the devil”. Hell, I called George Bush the devil.
Aarguably, Hugo is just another crazy and we need another crazy running an unstable government like we needed our own brand of crazy (GW) running our Government into the ground.
I guess if they start following one another on Twitter…
From Hugo “Getting ready to detonate”
From Barack “Scooping poo on the west lawn”
THEN, I’ll be worried.
Hysterical post — and “oh so true!”
“Who does happy hour on a Monday?” THIS GUY!!! And it was fantastic.
Obama is so embarassingly out of his depth in foreign policy, the picture of him apologetically cowtowing to yet another despotic dictator is becoming cartoonish. Let’s see, push aside traditional allies like England, then try to make nice with dictators who are just trying to see what they can squeeze out of him, how far they can push him. He’s flaccid, and so needy for press adulation that it’s like he’s looking for the next despot to kneel down to, to display his complete lack of backbone. He’s Jimmy Carter, 2009.