The Presidential Colonoscopy is underway! Knowing it's not a serious situation (and needing a distraction from the horrifying reality of Cheney In Charge), I feel free to indulge in a little Presidential Ridicule. Georgie won't mind: I've had one of these buttoscopy dealios too, and I can assure you that there's no amount of ridicule that could be as humiliating as the procedure itself. So let's play "What's Up Georgie's Ass?" (or "Name That Blockage").
The Rev. thinks it's sycophantic journalists Peggy Noonan and David Broder, who've just lost their car keys. Throw in another set and they'll drive right outta there!
I think it could be Bill Kristol.
Or Mitt Romney's dog ... good a place to hide from Mitt as any, I guess!
What do you think?
The Rev. thinks it's sycophantic journalists Peggy Noonan and David Broder, who've just lost their car keys. Throw in another set and they'll drive right outta there!
I think it could be Bill Kristol.
Or Mitt Romney's dog ... good a place to hide from Mitt as any, I guess!
What do you think?
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