‘Will You Be Watching The SOTU, Bob?’
I’m glad you asked….No, I will not be watching Julius Obamacus Caesar’s State Of The Empire Union speech tonight. Believe me, I would like to, but, unfortunately, duty calls and I have to go watch some paint dry.
I know many of you out there have a similar conflicting responsibilities. I understand that some of you have decided that the responsible thing to do is to watch him drone on and on…er…deliver his 412th speech since taking office and I understand that you are worried that your heads might explode at some point during the marathon snooze-fest…er…delivery. May I suggest clicking over to Pajamas Media where that intrepid and fearless blogger Vodkapundit with be drunk blogging the speech. So put on your PJ’s, grab a bottle of single barrel hooch, and settle in to enjoy the show—booze can only help. [tip of the fedora to Stacy McCain]
SIDENOTE: I’ve obtained an exclusive photo of our Fearless Leader relaxing before the speech:
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! You may not be live-blogging (or drunk-blogging…I might have to check THAT out), but you are sharp as a tack and have given me much amusement tonight. For that, I thank you. I’d tip my cap, but women are supposed to curtsy or something, aren’t they? I’m not all that steady on my feet even sober, so I think I’ll just nod and wink!
Nod and wink gladly accepted.
STFU address this evening, huh? So THAT”s why they call Wednesday “hump” day.
Well, certainly one of the definitions applies: A painfully boorish person.