Chattanooga THRILLED to See His Imperial Highness on His Royal Whistle Stop Tour Today
…judging by the welcoming township editorial page…
Take your jobs plan and shove it, Mr. President: Your policies have harmed Chattanooga enough
President Obama,
Welcome to Chattanooga, one of hundreds of cities throughout this great nation struggling to succeed in spite of your foolish policies that limit job creation, stifle economic growth and suffocate the entrepreneurial spirit.
Forgive us if you are not greeted with the same level of Southern hospitality that our area usually bestows on its distinguished guests. You see, we understand you are in town to share your umpteenth different job creation plan during your time in office. If it works as well as your other job creation programs, then thanks, but no thanks. We’d prefer you keep it to yourself.
…Even though 64 percent of Chattanooga respondents said they would rather you hadn’t chosen to visit our fair city, according to a survey on the Times Free Press website, it’s probably good that you’re here.
It will give you an opportunity to see the failure of your most comprehensive jobs plan to date, the disastrous stimulus scheme, up close and personal.
As if he had the PRESENCE of mind to recognise one of his disasters and take accountability. **excuse me as I chortle** The man is preprogrammed to yell “BUSH” if he trips, for God’s sake.
They’re calling their stimulus boondoggle “The GIG to Nowhere”. And they’re cranky.
Nanny State, People, Politics | tree hugging sister | 
July 30, 2013 9:42 am
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A Shove-l ready editorial!
Here’s a bizarre coincidence: I dreamt about President Zero last night. Not a nightmare — a good dream. True!
I was in a big shindig of some sort, with some celebrity supposed to show up (I forget who). Instead, we get Obama. His Oneness marches in ……. And is promptly ignored by everyone.
He sits down next to me (hey, it’s MY dream!), taps me on the shoulder, and asks, “Why is everyone ignoring me?”
That’s when I woke up laughing.
PS: no, I don’t believe that dreams foretell the future. I’m telling this story because I woke up laughing.
It must have been that tingle in your leg that woke you up.
How many times do people have to say, “KEEP the Change!” before the message gets through?
Maybe I mistook the tingle for a tickle in my sleep, Mr. B.