Smoke a little tea with Brucie
By Capt. Fogg
Life provides some tasty moments, even in lean and hopeless times: delicious little bonbons like the news that the Romney campaign had to borrow $20 million last month and is still $11 million in the hole. Of course, that wouldn't have happened if it weren't for that socialist Obama. Say, maybe he can pay off that debt by cutting costs and quitting now! Nah, he'll have to raise some revenue by going after the very, very, very rich. Irony is sweeter than Tupelo honey.
But it's the disconnect, the discontinuity at the interface between reality and the wild and hyperbolic hurricane of principle and theory and doctrine and ad hoc explanations that makes these things so sticky, gooey sweet.
I had to laugh today at a newspaper comic strip called Mallard Fillmore that illustrates that discontinuity; bashing Obama and liberals and free thinkers so desperately, it's obvious that Bruce Tinsley the perpetrator, has long since run out past the boundaries of the real into a world of his own where Obama is falling in the polls and Tinsley has some far better alternative to offer, but don't ask.
Humor from the alternate reality where Bush's failures were Clinton's fault, where the Bush economic fundamentals were "robust" and where paying off Bush's unprecedented spending spree means the debt is Obama's fault. A reality where the government cannot create jobs but that Damn Obama isn't creating the jobs we demand.
Hey, I'm four years older than I was four years ago. Damn those liberals!
No, sorry Tinsley, you never were funny. Bitter, angry, and a bit delusional, and really a bit pathetic certainly. You've been very wrong for a very long time and you need to recognize it. You get printed so that the papers can pretend to be balanced, so that their corporate owners can be told that their viewpoints are being served and so that the barrel scrapings, the scab-picking, booger-eating, shack-dwelling, debt-ridden 98-IQ dregs of humanity might buy an occasional paper and find something they have the vocabulary to read and feel good about themselves that they too can hate that Damn Obama just like you -- find an anger bigger than their own to unite behind.
(Cross-posted at Human Voices.)
Life provides some tasty moments, even in lean and hopeless times: delicious little bonbons like the news that the Romney campaign had to borrow $20 million last month and is still $11 million in the hole. Of course, that wouldn't have happened if it weren't for that socialist Obama. Say, maybe he can pay off that debt by cutting costs and quitting now! Nah, he'll have to raise some revenue by going after the very, very, very rich. Irony is sweeter than Tupelo honey.
But it's the disconnect, the discontinuity at the interface between reality and the wild and hyperbolic hurricane of principle and theory and doctrine and ad hoc explanations that makes these things so sticky, gooey sweet.
I had to laugh today at a newspaper comic strip called Mallard Fillmore that illustrates that discontinuity; bashing Obama and liberals and free thinkers so desperately, it's obvious that Bruce Tinsley the perpetrator, has long since run out past the boundaries of the real into a world of his own where Obama is falling in the polls and Tinsley has some far better alternative to offer, but don't ask.
Humor from the alternate reality where Bush's failures were Clinton's fault, where the Bush economic fundamentals were "robust" and where paying off Bush's unprecedented spending spree means the debt is Obama's fault. A reality where the government cannot create jobs but that Damn Obama isn't creating the jobs we demand.
Hey, I'm four years older than I was four years ago. Damn those liberals!
No, sorry Tinsley, you never were funny. Bitter, angry, and a bit delusional, and really a bit pathetic certainly. You've been very wrong for a very long time and you need to recognize it. You get printed so that the papers can pretend to be balanced, so that their corporate owners can be told that their viewpoints are being served and so that the barrel scrapings, the scab-picking, booger-eating, shack-dwelling, debt-ridden 98-IQ dregs of humanity might buy an occasional paper and find something they have the vocabulary to read and feel good about themselves that they too can hate that Damn Obama just like you -- find an anger bigger than their own to unite behind.
(Cross-posted at Human Voices.)
Labels: 2012 election, Barack Obama, humor, Romney Campaign
posted by Capt. Fogg at
12:45 PM
1 Comments:
He's trying to be the right-wing version of "Doonesbury," but he fails because A) conservatives don't understand comedy requires a kernel of truth; B) they can't be funny without being cruel; C) they can't laugh at themselves.
One of the rare funny conservatives is P.J. O'Rourke, and he pulls it off because he gets it. Dennis Miller and the others do not. And certainly this dude does not.
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Mustang Bobby, at 2:41 PM
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