Yesterday, the US Senate rejected a UN treaty that would have expanded the definition of disability to incorporate a number of bizarre and otherwise normal behaviors. Which means that Ashley Judd’s service dog, which she carries around because she has “depression” or alternatively “because she cannot get a date and doesn’t like eating alone” a legitimate thing. Which means it would be that much harder to use that as opposition research when she runs for Congress in a heavily Republican district.
Damn.
1. The MSNBC hosts who visited the White House yesterday weren’t as secretive as the White House who invited them.
2. A lot of people have their panties in a wad over Bob Costas having a “moment” about gun control, but it’s important to remember that Bob Costas doesn’t set the national policy on firearms. Bob Costas doesn’t even set NBC’s policy on Bob Costas.
3. Rich people cause global warming. Because, obviously.
4. Maxine Waters was investigated for directing TARP funds to her husband’s bank. Which makes her a natural choice to head up the House Financial Services Committee.
5. Detroit would please like that government bacon, now. Mmmmmmm….kay?
You’re on your own, America.
Botox Bob Costas has had one too many injections to his forehead. And someone should mention to Bob the Hobbit that sculpted eyebrows are for women named “Kardashian.” And men named “Jenner.” (OUCH ! I feel badly about taking a shot at a good guy such as Jenner—he’s an avowed political conservative. The all time greatest line of dialogue from their tv show is when they were all out at dinner, and one of the girls asked Bruce if he knew such and such song by Lady Gaga, and he replied something like, “I don’t know any of these songs you’re talking about—when I have the radio on, I’m listening to conservative talk shows.”)
“Which means that Ashley Judd’s service dog, which she carries around because she has “depression” or alternatively “because she cannot get a date and doesn’t like eating alone” a legitimate thing.”
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By the end of Obama’s second term, we’re all going to be walking around with clinical depression, service lapdogs, and a note from our psychiatrist.
Formerly successful small businessmen will be relegated to sitting on park benches during the middle of the day, their hair disheveled, and four day beard growth, feeding bread crumbs to the pigeons, talking aloud to themselves, “But I DID build that ! I DID ! And Obama’s the one who destroyed it !” before returning home to their one room apartment in a flophouse so they can watch the mid-afternoon re-run of “Matlock” while eating a bowl of Campbell’s Soup.
This will be Obama’s 2016.