Where’s Obama?
02/16/09
Like a loyal Obama worshiper I was experiencing withdrawal symptoms in dire need of a fix of a Valentine’s Day update on The One and his lovely wife (ok, I just threw up in my mouth a bit on that one). Thank goodness The Huffington Post came to the rescue! I was treated to pictures of probably the most expensive date tax payers have ever paid for as they left Table 52. What I found most striking tho wasn’t the picture of Michelle on the phone as if she were asking, “can you see me on tv?” nor the photo of The One with his face all scrunched up like he was trying to suppress a fart. No, what was most striking was the paragraph directly under the pictures:
“The trip came with a minor hiccup: Obama’s motorcade left without the small group of reporters who travel everywhere with the president. The motorcade pulled out of the neighborhood and left the president without media coverage for about 45 minutes, unusual for the news organizations covering Obama and the White House.”
I actually had to read it several times before I finally exploded with, “How in the hell does the leader of the free world DISAPPEAR for forty five @$%&ing minutes!?” Brittany Spears can’t light a cigarette without the world knowing it; Lindsay Lohan can’t hide in a darkened corner in bar and have a shot of vodka without the world knowing it; and the leader of the free world with his own press entourage is able to give them the slip and disappear for 45 minutes!?
Where did he go? Who did he see? How was his time filled? How could no one not notice the PresMobile and all of the security that accompanies it touling down the road!?
It’s a twelve mile drive from Hyde Park to the restaurant on Elm St. If we give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he drove it incognito (even I have to laugh at that one; the guy is too arrogant to do anything incognito), obeying all traffic laws like the rest of us are required to do, then it would have taken him about twenty minutes. So, now we are left with twenty-five unaccounted for minutes. After pondering the location of William Ayers and why no one was staking out his house with the Pres in town, I became bitter and angry.
Congress had to rush this country’s largest spending bill in history through for a vote. It was so important to have the vote completed on Friday that congress wasn’t even given a chance to read it before they voted. It was so important to have the vote completed on Friday that the White House arranged for a plane to fly the Ohio Democrat Sherrod Brown into Washington Friday night after his mother’s memorial service and then back to Ohio immediately after the scheduled vote (the deciding vote, I might add) so he could attend church services and the funeral for his mother Saturday, because there were no commercial flights scheduled within the voting time period. After all of Obama’s tent revivals admonishing Republicans and citizens alike for wanting to slow down and debate and actually read the bill… after all of Obama’s words and speeches promising 5 days of public discourse on any legislation during his campaign… after all of the fear Obama struck into the hearts of his minions to act now to pass the bill or the world will come to end, Obama leaves Washington for the country’s most expensive date, disappears for forty-five minutes, and won’t even be signing the damned thing until tomorrow.
Am I pissed? You Betcha!
