And so this morning the choo-choo train bearing President Bunny Ears, accompanied by the planet’s largest entourage of left-wing hangers-on, once-wases and never-will-bees, chugged into Prague so Bunny Ears could sign a laughable nuclear agreement with Russia that, thankfully, will make Muslim terrorists a little safer.
The Strategic Arms Reduction Treaty says that America and Russia both signed says each will pull back a significant number of nuclear weapons.
Further, both governments pledge, Boy Scout’s honor, never to use them against good countries. We only will deploy them against bad countries, hinging on the weather and the day of the week, under complicated circumstances that are explicated in a dense document three pages longer than the 2800-page healthcare reform bill.
Ya Lost One, Swishy
Meanwhile, Swish, may gosh love his peace-chasing soul, has pledged to convene a 47-country nuclear summit next week on the only day he will pass through Washington. Israeli Prime Minster Bibi Netanyahu, who has been treated like an insect by Swish for the past month, sent succinct word to his nemesis this afternoon:
“Sir, you may stick this invitation in your ear. Either one.”
Speaking of terrorists, our Dear Leader Swish reminds me of the late evil one, Arafat.
Yasser,That’s My Baby slept in a different place every night because so many people — on both sides — were trying to kill him.
Swish’s excuse for sleeping in a different bed every night is different.
He contends that he and Mad Michelle never had the money for a true honeymoon, and after their children were born, he was too busy organizing communities.
The Obama Perpetual Motion Travel Agency, the only American enterprise that ambitiously runs eight days a week, is staffed 24 hours a day. Has to.
Another Record for President Joke
Swish is seeking to be the first President in history who spends every day in a different city, anywhere on earth, for a year. It is tough playing God. So far he has gone through 50 booking agents. All of them were between the ages of 20 and 25. They claimed early retirement on the grounds Swish bec wore them down to a liberal frazzle with his constant chasing from city to city.
When Swish filled out his census card this week, under Miles Traveled, he listed 898,000. The Democratic census taker was dumbstruck, no upset. He was so impressed by Swish he asked if the gentlemen were an astronaut traveling back and forth to the moon. It was the only time Swish has blushed since Inauguration Day.
Swish, you may not know, promised Mad Michelle that if she would help him become President, he would see to it they flew around the world at least by Thursday of every week.
If Swish is collecting mileage while he is in the White House, he will have enough pocket change to buy the Fox News Channel from Mr. Murdoch and devote the rest of his life to making the funny-looking faces we see on mocking posters.
In the last 15 months, the visiting Obamas have spent less time in Washington than Mayor I Love Me of Los Angeles, who keeps getting chased out of town by his newly minted enemies inside the Dept. of Water and Power.
Talk about a dunderhead who should sleep in a different bed every night. Actually, Mayor I’s previous girlfriend said he does — only not for the reasons Swish or Arafat listed.
I believe the surrender sheet The Joke Who Became President signed today will mark the first American arms retreat since the Civil War, unless you factor in Vietnam, which I do not.
In the next photo he poses for — Swish averages150 a day — I trust our Dear Leader will imitate the Italian salute — both arms raised as high as he can lift them. (Does anyone have deodorant?)
