Okay, so I wasn’t going to post on this because everyone else has done it . . . and done it so so so so very well. But I just can’t resist. I mean the president of the United States of America just slunk off to a Christmas party because MO was presumably threatening another of her famed evil eye death glares. Or something. And he left, at the helm, former president Bill Clinton. You know, the guy who actually is articulate and charming; the guy who doesn’t travel with or need ten teleprompters (or even one); the guy who doesn’t “erm,” “gaaaah,” and “duuhhh” his way through twenty minute non-answers; the guy who–let’s face it–speaks and thinks circles around the Idiot in Chief. Whatever we think of Bill Clinton, and most of us don’t think much of him (or of him much), he’s definitely a better . . . well, just about everything than BO.
Whose idea was that let’s go talk to the press right this minute plan? And whose head is going to roll because of it? My guesses: Clinton’s and Gibbs’. Clinton, savvy and smarmy and oh so good with the politicking, had to know, just had. to. know., that BO was going to look like the biggest loser in the world when he turned over the presser to Clinton. Can’t you just hear Clinton sort of chuckling (with his trademark self-deprecation) over the bumbler’s latest idiocy? With that twinkle in his eye, that “gotcha” twinkle we all got so used to in the ’90s? And Gibbs. Oh dear. He’ll take the heat for this one. After all, the Moron of All Morons in Chief gave him a direct order, to call last question and get Clinton out of there. But gibbering Gibbsy is no match for the wily and slick Slick Willy. Nope, Gibbs stammered, he stumbled, he got all red in the face and bloated-looking, but he just couldn’t get Clinton to give over. Oops.
Amateur hour. For two more years. Or maybe we can do what Clinton did and simply tell BO, “please go.”