So Barack Freaking Obama was here today, being really cool and telling everyone how much likes us Canadians; a huge compliment, considering he had to spend the day with Prime Minister Stephen "I look like I eat babies for breakfast" Harper.
Now, don't get me wrong: The fact that I don't really care for our Prime Minister has nothing to do with how much or how little he resembles a baby eater. Whether or not he eats babies isn't up for debate in my mind, either, as I'm quite sure we tend to screen for cannibalism in our elected officials.
At least, I hope so.
Is there even an admissions test for Prime Ministers, or is it based entirely on ballot counting?
Regardless, I'm not saying that he eats babies. It's just that he looks that way. That's all. You may have your own opinions. Mine is right, of course, but you can have your own anyway.
Incidentally, I happened to mention to one of my friends - I can't remember who because I have a lot of them, being so popular - that he was a bit scary in the face and really creeped me out, and she brought up the baby munching. I'm just stealing it and putting it on my blog. I, The Maven, am quite proficient at not taking credit for other people's potentially offensive statements.
I save my own ass from hatred and avoid alienating friends. Two birds, one stone.
Anyway, I don't know where I was going with this, other than Barack Obama is cool and I'm glad he's not a baby so he didn't get eaten during his presidential visit.
Now I must go, as Spawnling is whining in his bed. He threw up a few hours ago after a huge burp. Nothing since. Stomach flu? I guess we'll see when I get upstairs.
Stinky bed = stomach flu.
Whiny but no stink = maybe not.
Wish me luck!
Also, I hope that nobody who knows the Prime Minister reads my blog, or I may get stolen and drowned in the repulsive tar sands, thus ending up as fuel in some idiot's Hummer. So not cool.
Now, don't get me wrong: The fact that I don't really care for our Prime Minister has nothing to do with how much or how little he resembles a baby eater. Whether or not he eats babies isn't up for debate in my mind, either, as I'm quite sure we tend to screen for cannibalism in our elected officials.
At least, I hope so.
Is there even an admissions test for Prime Ministers, or is it based entirely on ballot counting?
Regardless, I'm not saying that he eats babies. It's just that he looks that way. That's all. You may have your own opinions. Mine is right, of course, but you can have your own anyway.
Incidentally, I happened to mention to one of my friends - I can't remember who because I have a lot of them, being so popular - that he was a bit scary in the face and really creeped me out, and she brought up the baby munching. I'm just stealing it and putting it on my blog. I, The Maven, am quite proficient at not taking credit for other people's potentially offensive statements.
I save my own ass from hatred and avoid alienating friends. Two birds, one stone.
Anyway, I don't know where I was going with this, other than Barack Obama is cool and I'm glad he's not a baby so he didn't get eaten during his presidential visit.
Now I must go, as Spawnling is whining in his bed. He threw up a few hours ago after a huge burp. Nothing since. Stomach flu? I guess we'll see when I get upstairs.
Stinky bed = stomach flu.
Whiny but no stink = maybe not.
Wish me luck!
Also, I hope that nobody who knows the Prime Minister reads my blog, or I may get stolen and drowned in the repulsive tar sands, thus ending up as fuel in some idiot's Hummer. So not cool.