Not much horse there, hoss.
Isn’t that what they used to say in Westerns a few decades ago when the cowboys came upon a beast who w as startlingly overrated?
Overrated always reminds me of Swishy, whose boffo gaffes are piling up faster than the Obama administration debt to the world.
Not much horse there, hoss.
There is even less than meets an unpracticed eye to the President of the United (for now) States.
He is more small-time than the Toonerville Trolley.
If it weren’t for poor sophistication, he wouldn’t have any at all.
His latest crime against rudimentary savviness would not have been committed by a first-year small-town sheriff who has been fighting Indians his whole darned life.
Has Swishy ever been to the city? Or does he naturally come by that hay protruding from his outsized ears.
Hain’t he never had no political larnin’?
He is so green every day must feel like St. Patrick’s. Does he wear shoes every day to the office? Has he found the office?
Office, say hello to Swish.
Swish, this is the office.
It is as we were saying yesterday — he agrees vigorously with swirl of vulgar racism charges that his minions launch every time he stubs his undisciplined big toe.
He hain’t never played with the big boys before.
This explains why he is softer than melted soap.
He has led a privileged, pampered life.
He may be meaner than a junkyard dog, as the melody goes, but he is surrounded by well-paid rhetorical thugs whose single responsibility is to deflect every critical arrow slung at him. When you are dealing with an untested amateur this raw, you should be a weary-armed octopus to fend off the raps.
His most abysmal gaffes are inexcusable, as was yesterday’s cleverly scripted flopadoodle.
When he had his knaves announce that his pantingly awaited Jobs speech in the 32nd month of his “presidency,” it was intended to provoke the Republicans Swish considers his enemy, not his rival.
He, of course, knew a major Republican candidates forum was planned for the same hour next week that he cunningly ordered his toads to announce his Jobs speech. He meant to embarrass the GOP.
But he, prissy Swishy, stands above the fray — musn’t muss his suit. Don’t get any dust on him. He is allergic to both work and shmutz.
Let the sycophants sing and swoon with looney tunes their Swish songs — my golly, we didn’t know the Presidential candidates were debating the Reagan Library in Simi at that hour. My word.
And so The Swisher backed down and rescheduled because he had to.
Are you sure his main advisors aren’t Republicans who have broken through the radar and are undermining him without The Swisher realizing it?
Not much horse there, hoss.
