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Tuesday, February 08, 2011
Do I care that
Obama
has 'quit' smoking?
has 'quit' smoking?
NEWS FLASH! uh, no. For multiple reasons. I don't think he was ever really a smoker in the first place. Look at him. He's a phony poseur. Not a smoker. Could he light up in a cold, whipping windstorm outside on the White House lawn? Not a chance. The picture says it all. He's just lipping the thing, not sucking his lungs full of delicious toxins. Besides, who's really going to tell the president of the United States that he can't fire up a coffin nail in the Oval Office? Nobody. Unless it's the First Lady. Which would make him just as PW'ed as we all knew he was anyway.
His quitting is a lot like the way Hollywood leading men suddenly give up drinking on-screen because the script says it's time for them to get after the plot.
Phooey.
Actually, I'd feel better about him if he were a real smoker. Begging time off from the Nobel Committee to sneak out the servants' entrance and scarf down two butts in a row in the frigid Oslo winter. Or ducking out of the West Wing to snarf one up before the next round of dignitaries arrives. You know. Over there behind the 175 year old Jackson boxwood. Maybe that would put him in contact with real citizens from the White House kitchen and laundry. Fat chance. They don't know shit about plovers' eggs and thousand dollar putters, do they?
All this is just amateur bullshit. How long have they been saving the fact that our president's terrifying two-cig a day habit has finally been broken, thus proving what a MAN he is?
Phooey. Or did I say that already?
Yeah, I did. I'll say it again. Phooey. He smokes like a wannabe starlet desperate to get the part of the whore-with-a-heart-of-gold on a Lifetime movie. Meaning, uh, like, he's never done it before.
Kind of like the way he carries out his duties as president.
