Trousered Ape

An exercise in presumption.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Some heavy-duty prayers are needed for Pansy Moss and her children. Some material support would not come amiss either.

It would be a good idea to pray for Mr. Moss also.

Posted by Bob the Ape 6:40 AM

Friday, October 09, 2009

And then he gets the Nobel Prize. Honestly, how can satire keep up with this guy?

Posted by Bob the Ape 7:54 AM

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

I was actually toying with this idea (based on George Will's comment, "Unhappy will be a president whose defining adjective is 'vain.'") before The Corner thought of it.

You walked into the White House,
Leaving your unicorn parked outside.
The razor-sharp crease in your pants set off
The shapely toned arms of your bride.
And every leg was tingling
At the hope and change in your stride;
And everyone dreamed that you’d pay off their mortgage –
Pay off their mortgage, and

You're so vain
You probably think this country’s about you;
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this country’s about you -
Don't you? Don't you?

The nation had elected you,
Though no one knew quite where you stood.
You said that you were for peace and love
And everything that was good.
The press refused to question you
And nobody thought that they should;
All that they did was blow clouds full of incense –
Clouds full of incense, and

You're so vain, etc.

Well, we heard that you passed a big stimulus bill
And saved ninety-nine billion jobs.
Then you flew Air Force One off to Copenhagen
And wowed all of those IOC nobs.
And your health care plan will surely pass
In spite of those tea party mobs.
We’re gonna give you a new teleprompter –
New teleprompter, and

You're so vain, etc.

Posted by Bob the Ape 7:29 PM