I nearly drowned in all the B.S. gushing out of President Obama's anti-British Petroleum speech on June 15. It was cliches followed by fawning political platitudes followed by more cliches. If anything, someone should have capped this speech.
But mostly it was a compilation speech, things we've already heard over the past couple of months since the Gulf oil well exploded. It was "The Best of Barack Obama Trying to Act Presidential". Only I didn't have to send $9.95 plus shipping and handling to some company in California for it. It intruded on a perfectly fine television evening.
One thing I'm getting tired though, in Barack's speeches, is his juvenile "they're going to pay for this" stuff. Accidents happen, look at our last presidential election. Accidents are accidents whether you like it or not and making fate and random bad luck a criminal offense is hardly going to solve anything.
Anyway, the whole speech ended with a predictable call for more government action, in which we, the American people, pay for this mess with cap-and-trade legislation and a nice fat carbon tax.
As I finished watched his speech I felt a strange sensation on my butt. As though someone was drilling into my wallet.
Musta been my imagination.
by © Clyde James Aragon
from "Full Frontal Stupidity" - http://fullfrontalstupidity.blogspot.com/