It’s kick ass, Mr. President, not kiss ass

Allow me to explain. Go here to read the story.
Three days after the explosion of the Deepwater Horizon in the Gulf of Mexico, the Dutch government offered to help. It was willing to provide ships outfitted with oil-skimming booms, and it proposed a plan for building sand barriers to protect sensitive marshlands. The response from the Obama administration and BP, which are coordinating the cleanup: “The embassy got a nice letter from the administration that said, ‘Thanks, but no thanks,'” said Geert Visser, consul general for the Netherlands in Houston.
While the President is running around looking for an ass to kick, (his own words) here’s a good start: How about those nice terrorists from Palestine, whom you’re giving $400 million. And that crazy man from Iran, who says you are weak, but yet you’ve offered to speak with him unconditionally.  How about a little ass kicking there, instead of kissing? Let’s not forget those bullies in Israel that you and your Secretary of State seem to enjoy throwing under the bus.  You want to kick their ass too? Ever thought about kicking some UN ass, rather than kissing some UN ass?  I didn’t think so.  Sorry about the language here, Mr. President, but you started it.  I’ll admit this.  I”m not one who is concerned about your image...I’m concerned about your incompetence.  I remember during your campaign, where you made the state that you were skinny, but you were tough.  Well how about show us a sampling of it, and I’m not talking about sound bytes and just words.  And speaking of words, the words you deliver are mere “weasel words”, and did you realize that the term actually came from a weasel’s habits?  From the dictionary: weasel word n. An equivocal word used to deprive a statement of its force or to evade a direct commitment. [From the weasel's habit of sucking the contents out of an egg without breaking the shell.] You know, kinda not like wanting to get any on yourself when the backlash comes.  That defines a weasel perfectly.  Check your nearest mirror.  You may discover the biggest ass thus far is staring back at you, and it’s been kicking you since Day One!  I mean, you have been in charge since Day One, right?  And right on top of things.  I reckon the first time you’re playing golf and some of that bubbling crude spews out of hole on the green, then you’ll get really mad, and want to seriously kick some ass. We’re all waiting.
Posted by sanstaff on Jun 9th, 2010 and filed under Opinion. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response by filling following comment form or trackback to this entry from your site

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