What would you do if, heaven forbid, you found yourself tucked into a foxhole beside the two most obsequious public figures in America, Sony pictures chief Amy Pascal and President Obama?
Hands up, I presume.
Isn’t that what the protestors have encouraged fellow left-wing extremists to taunt cops with?
In the foxhole with those two moral midgets, assisted suicide not only would be permissible but ardently encouraged.
Imagine the dueling body odor emanating from easily frightened Amy and Barak, the two least courageous sycophants of the generation?
It is widely known by now that when hard lefty Ms. Pascal Lamb was caught exchanging racist emails with one of her producers, she messaged an apology to America’s most important black star. Not B. Obama, Murgatroyd. A. Sharpton.
Has anyone else wondered why? Not why she sent her mea culpa to the Rev. I. Am A. Tax Fraud but why she snubbed President I. Am A. Narcissist?
(Parenthetically, those of us who did not just heave, heaved sighs of relief that Ms. Pascal Lamb was nor burdened with the unpleasant pressure of being branded a racist just because she had mocked half of the President’s race. “That is the reason I am not a Republican,” Amy Had a Little Pascal Lamb told a prominent journalist. “Shoot, I would have blown my job. Leftism insulates me.”)
Amy and B. Obama have spent the fattest chunk of this week under a low-coffee table, a la Ted Cooke. Remember the Baron of Bologna Bravery? Back in the good, ol’ days, Chief Cooke taught B. Obama and Pascal Lamb that it was better to leave doubt, skulk away and hide than to be exposed as a fool.
Obviously Pascal and B. Obama, both were scared birthday-less.
No question they were modeling T. Cooke when they called out “I surrender, dear” as they dived behind the nearest architecturally deranged coach to elude being blamed for “The Interview” by Norko’s kindly dictator Kim Jong Pretty Darned Fat-un.
