Tuesday, August 31, 2010
The president himself deserves a modicum of credit for reading through the entire text nearly flawlessly and credibly, even seeming at times to embrace the message as he delivered it. But he did stumble a bit at the eighteen minute mark, a moment that may be cast as a human triumph over an emotional subject, but one I maintain was nothing more than a face-saving victory over his own gag reflex.
I will admit that, at times, I was distracted from the actual message by the stage lights reflecting off of the interior of the suicide doors hanging from the starboard side of the coconut of Barry's head, but I have long ago learned to push aside the glitter of trinkets in pursuit of knowledge. Still, every time he tilted his head in that inimitable way he has whenever he refers to himself...
He credited the surge for this day, which must have hurt like hell and may be attributed to the near-catastrophic gastric explosion that was narrowly averted near the end of the address. I still believe that it may also be attributed to the newest addition to the ranks of the unemployed; the poor speech writer. Sphere: Related Content
Posted by Daniel Wood at 8:48 PM