Friday, September 16, 2005

Rebuilding? Start with the Clock

It's like they say: A picture's worth a thousand words. And this particular picture is probably worth a few elections.

President Bush stood in front of Jackson Square in New Orleans last night and tried to deliver a repeat of his well-received and definitely genuine Big Boy Bullhorn Moment down in Lower Manhattan. Only this time, he proved himself to be the wrong president with the wrong policies. And as Slack LaLane's Donnie Fiedler pointed out to me so gleefully last night, apparently he's got the wrong time as well.

The Brilliant Republican Advance Team (aka the BRATs) couldn't fix the fucking clock behind this guy?! It was 7:35 in New Orleans throughout the whole speech? Even when it was 9:06 in New York? And then 9:12? Jesus, men, get it together. For a president who lives in The Truman Show and has had everything scripted for him, nobody thought to either fix or hide the clock? If this so-called leader believes so strongly in a "faith in God no storm can take away," you'd think he could summon this benevolent invisible man to shoot some lightning down to the clocktower and re-start that puppy.

This didn't turn out to be the president's second Big Boy Bullhorn Moment...I think we'll all surely remember this one as a repeat of the Mission Accomplished banner fiasco. Just typical -- another failure of organization and foresight.

I want time, tell me what time.

10 Comments:

At 9:03 AM, Blogger Don Fiedler said...

"Rebuilding is going to take a lot of courage, a lot of prayers, and 1.21 gigowats."

 
At 9:07 AM, Blogger Ace Cowboy said...

"My fellow Americans...Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan and told me that if I didn't pump out all the water that he'd melt my brain."

 
At 10:20 AM, Blogger Justin said...

"NOLA, you are my density."

I'm glad I was too busy watching my TiVo'd copy of Survivor, but I was damn pissed that my CSI premier didn't record right.

 
At 10:29 AM, Anonymous Rashid Muhammad said...

It's jiggawatts man! Jiggawatts!!

 
At 10:36 AM, Blogger Ace Cowboy said...

Jigga, what?

It's amazing to me they still show Survivor and people still watch it.

 
At 11:09 AM, Blogger Justin said...

Dude, Survivor is fecking sweet. Don't knock it. I'm going to start a Survivor blog. (70% serious)

 
At 11:38 AM, Blogger Don Fiedler said...

"Hey McRashid, why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here."

I'll spell gigowats the way I like.

 
At 11:46 AM, Blogger Shakespeare's Sister said...

LOL! That's fucking awesome, Ace.

They need to get Doc Brown to sort some shit out.

 
At 11:57 AM, Blogger jakezebra said...

Look, all I'm worried about is if Bush travels back in time to give himself Gray's Sports Almanac 1950-2000. Then BOTH Hill Valley and NOLA are going to be a disaster, of vastly different proportions however. In this scenario, Laura Bush will have fake tatties, which is nice. I would think they will likely be more tasteful than the absolute GASBAGS that Lorraine ended up getting. In an alternate ending on the DVD, the Libyans from the Twin Pines Mall return and try to steal the bombs off of Lorraine's chest, but their shitty van breaks down outside Biff's casino and they challenge Biff and Marty to a game of scrabble. Marty wins when he lays down 'outatime' on a triple word score, using all his tiles and racks up 128 points and the screen fades out on the words "To Be Concluded".....

 
At 12:39 PM, Blogger Ace Cowboy said...

Well done, Zeebs. Triple Word Score for "Goldie Wilson."

Is Ray Nagin actually Goldie Wilson? We may never know.

 

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