I love this. “I’m here to give permission for sand berms and to kick ass, and I’m all out of permission slips.”
“I was down there a month ago, before most of these talkin’ heads were even paying attention to the gulf. A month ago I was meeting with fishermen down there, standin’ in the rain talking about what a potential crisis this could be. and I don’t sit around just talking to experts because this is a college seminar, we talk to these folks because they potentially have the best answers, so I know whose ass to kick.”
How very butch. I can see the oil rushing to go back into the pipe from which it is spewing, threatened by the fear of the new, feisty Obama.
What I find especially revealing is that the President is congratulating himself for going down to the Gulf a month ago, before those “talkin’ heads.” He must have forgotten that the news coverage is now keeping track of the days like they did during the Iranian hostage crisis. So while Barry’s beating his chest and bragging about how he’s been on the case for the past 30 days, he’s forgotten that this crisis is now 50 days old.
His advisors have apparently told him he needs to show some emotion and some empathy, but that’s way too difficult to fake. What we’re left with is the least convincing display of toughness since Jimmy Carter beat up a killer rabbit.
Hot Air calls it pathetic. Guest blogging for Michelle Malkin, Doug Powers has the best line I’ve seen: “You ask for John Wayne, you get the Apple Dumpling Gang.”
The Clampdown 
[…] I love this. "I'm here to give permission for sand berms and to kick ass, and I'm all out of permission slips." “I was down there a month ago, before most of these talkin’ heads were even paying attention to the gulf. A month ago I was meeting with fishermen down there, standin’ in the rain talking about what a potential crisis this could be. and I don’t sit around just talking to experts because this is a college seminar, we talk to these folks … Read More […]
It’s all about his image, and the protection of it.
Why would he want to protect his image of being an effete academic who needs advisors to tell him to act tough and who holds meetings to determine whose ass to kick? Poindexters everywhere would love to ditch that image.
El Presidente’ Wax Fruit. Appears real, tho’ useless.
Also tacky.