Sunday, November 09, 2014

"The best worst president ever."


The propensity to laugh out loud comes even more quickly when the speaker is a chicken announcing its eternal fidelity to Colonel Sanders.

The old angry white guys don't want to think about economics, even if their daily working lives are testament to the sacrifices necessary to maintain the 1%.

The old angry white guys just want someone to tell them that it's okay to hate their pre-selected  convenient targets, ranging from the gays to the coloreds to the ragheads.

I'm an old angry white guy, too. It's just that I reserve my anger to be directed at the old angry whiye guys. They embarrass me, and I wish they'd either grow up or ... that's right ... move to Putin's goddamm Russia if they don't like it here.

NOTES & ERRATA BY MARK MORFORD: The best worst president ever (SF Gate)

“Obama is the worst thing to ever happen to this country,” declares the wealthy, rakish, silver-haired Newport Beach white guy to his small group of perfectly tanned 50-something females sitting just a few feet away from us at a stunning restaurant patio overlooking the sun-kissed California coastline, just off of Highway 1, as he sipped his pinot and adjusted his wraparound Ray Bans, flush from the economy’s spectacular recovery that has benefitted his exact demographic most of all, stroking his purebred dog and taking various selfies with their $500 phones, oblivious to the furious swirls of irony and hypocrisy fluttering just above their heads.

I laughed out loud. Couldn’t help it; I had just overheard Mr. Newport Beach say something about how Obamacare is an unmitigated disaster (despite how, of course, it’s not), and if America were to somehow actually develop a health care system similar to, say, Canada’s, that would be the end of America for certain; we’d never recover from such a devastating blow. Or something. And then came the “worst thing to ever happen” quip, and I couldn’t hold back.

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