My neighbor, the retired engineer, the one who insists that the Condo Association inform all residents when a train carrying nuclear cargo is rolling through town, who wants the condos to go "green" and install solar panels on each unit, now wants me to attend a meeting on The Economic Recovery.
Too bad I don't live there anymore, because this is what I'll be missing:
As exciting as it would be to join the cult, I think I'll demur on this opportunity to waste an hour on a Saturday sitting around and talking about things that stink like B.O.
I know none of you go trolling on Leftist websites, and I would have never seen this marvel had I not been invited to a neighborhood
spy session meeting. Click to embiggen the pic and look at the upper right-hand area... I can create a "MyBO" account! The email was from my.barackobama.com domain, too!
There is no Hope for those affected by B.O. but we need to Dial it up a notch. It's no Secret that the term "B.O." carries a foul-smelling social stigma. You can Change shirts all you want, but without a Sure cure, B.O. is going to follow you to work, play, and now, even home, clinging to you like an IRS audit.
Ennyhoo, This mind-numbed Obama-bot is being a good boy and hosting a discussion of powerless implications, except to make people feel the good feeling of "belonging" and "being heard." Must be where that community-building grant money is going. Sadly, this kinda crap works: If we talk about it, then we've solved it.
Note to Michael Steele: The Republicans might be tempted to try to do this sort of thing, but like the Bible-thumpers, they can't have a meeting without passing the collection plate. Hell, the Republicans don't even pretend that you matter, they just ask for a check in the amount of ____.
At least Obama is pretending to want to cuddle afterwards.