Besides the Obvious Rush of Acid Reflux-Like Material to the Top of My Esophagus
…the only other noteworthy thing this fatuous Esquire piece does is make me smile.
…We love Obama — even those who claim to despise him — because deep in our hearts and all over our lives, we’re the same way — both inside and outside our jobs, our races, our cities, our countries, ourselves. With great artists, often the most irritating feature of their work is the source of their talent. Obama’s gift is the same as his curse: He’s somehow managed to be like the rest of us, only infinitely more so.
“Why?” you ask.
Because it brings to mind a much loved line from Eddie Murphy’s The PJ’s, where the local addict bids adieu to friends on a doorstoop with:
“Well, time to go. Crack don’t smoke itself!“
No. No, it doesn’t.
Hat tip to Treacher.
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July 13, 2011 11:00 am
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Stephen Marche, the author of that article, proves beyond any reasonable doubt that it is, indeed, possible to type, while harboring an erection.
A “hunt and pecker” mode of typist, is he, Syd?
Wait, what?
I swear to God, either I have gone completely insane or the world around me has.
Neither option is appealing.
This has got to be satire. It simply MUST be. Nobody could write that with a straight face, could they? He probably wet himself laughing at the thought of punking everyone.
PLEASE tell me that nobody could possibly write this thing as a straight, serious commentary.
Well Fly, a nobody did indeed write it. It is a knee slapper however you look at it.
ths, I was not previously familiar with the typing term, “hunt and peck” on which your very humorous pecker angle was based. It reminded me of years ago, when I was on a business course in Georgia that required me to stay over a weekend. On the Friday, as classes were ending, a local attendee asked me what I was going to do for the weekend. I responded by saying that I was going back to my hotel and would probably just f#%@ the dog and relax. I could tell from the shock on his face that it was a term with which he was unfamiliar. He didn’t utter one word to me the second week.
BWAhaha, I’ll bet he didn’t!
It looks like Esquire is promoting it on Twitter and Facebook in all seriousness, so I don’t think it’s satire. It is, however, easily the gayest piece about a president that I’ve ever read.
Esquire is not only carrying Obama’s water, they’re wiping his a$$ as well. I’m amazed that the phrase “Dear Leader” wasn’t used in that tripe.
I…I…I feel like singing!