Why, when you justify bypassing Congress to authorize the use of force under the War Powers Act, silly.

Just don’t call it a war and it’s not a war.

/Because of Teh Optics! ™

And speaking of Teh Optics, Preznint My Pet Goat can dispatch those rumors about not being able to walk and chew gum at the same time.  He can start Not-A-War and play with kids’ balls at the same time.

I assure you – we are in the very best of hands, er, feet.

And watch out kids, remember – Obama’s a pedal-phile after all.

I don’t know what got into Andrew McCarthy but whatever it was it’s been building up for some time:

Is there anything richer than a gaggle of smarmy progressives snickering at the conservative “Constitution fetish”? “Fetish” is the fashionable Left’s latest suggestive imagery turned talking point, a dig at the new Republican majority in the House, which began its session this week by reading the Constitution aloud. It’s as if Dracula were complaining about a crucifix fetish.

Look into my eyes.  I’ve been fantasizing about repealing your mammoth, heaving, soapy penumbras all day.

McCarthy then proceeds to brutalize the pervy progressive projectionists, not unlike Jodie Foster in The Accused, with some of the more depraved hits they laid down on their metaphoric mattresses.

Yea.  Look at yourself in the mirror you dirty little tramps.

Explaining (sort of) why Blackmun’s iconic Roe v. Wade decision simply had to be preserved despite its void of support in law and logic, they wrote: “At the heart of liberty is the right to define one’s own concept of existence, of meaning, of the universe, and of the mystery of human life.” You’re telling me you think James Madison could compete with that?

Jimmy Jam was always spittin’ Mad game but Blackmun was Supafly TNT in the legal sack.

And would that it were just a fetish. In 2005, the justices sparked public outrage by ruling that government kleptocrats could seize private property in order to increase the tax haul — er, I mean, for sustainable community development. Was this really an appropriate invocation of eminent domain? Shouldn’t the people’s representatives rein in this blatant judicial overreach? Once and future minority leader Nancy Pelosi was astonished at such impertinent questions. “It is a decision of the Supreme Court,” she harrumphed. “It is almost as if God has spoken.”

Nothing makes San Fran Nan aka Madam Nasty Pelosivic start screaming “Oh God” faster than 6 men in black robes (and three kinda, sorta women) waving their gavels over her head.  All public holes filled with unappealable adjudication that’s bound to test the nation’s gag reflex.

Her courtroom climax?  Precedent setting.

Check it all out.  It’s in the NRO After Dark section.

Open question:  Where do you keep your Constitutions?  Personally, I keep my main one between my mattress and box springs.  An extra one in a sock drawer.   Every year I keep getting older but they keep staying the same age.

Who’s Your (Founding) Daddy? Yea.  You like that dontcha?

Well, the Twelve Days are officially over.  If by “over”, you mean that we heard the voice of the American people in the last election but the clock is already out and we’re still cramming our agenda down your throat.  Still, sometimes you realized you forgot something on Christmas morning.

To that end, everybody loves a 2-pak. No, not the one with the bulletholes in him (though I ain’t got nuttin but love for ya homie) who doesn’t get anymore Christmases – but the kind you can still overnight from Amazon in time to claim it got delayed by shipping and that you’re not a thoughtless lout.

Thankfully, Steven Spielberg has decided to focus his Industrial, Light & Magic on his greatest special effects project to date.  Namely, re-branding the Democrats from being punished for their success.  It’s all about the optics, A-holes.  Keep telling yourself that.

Optics with 5.1 Dolby in Anamorphic Widescreen 2.35:1!

Richard Trumka is in a race against time in search of the Lost Gold of Jimmy Hoffa.   Thanks to a government subsidy and a supporting cast from the Screen Actor’s Guild, the AFL-CIO, the Las Vegas Culinary Institute and Working for Change – they’ll kill any disorganized, crumbsnatching boogerpickers who get in their way.  “Union goon” always sounds so harsh, but Trumka and his buddies aren’t goons at all – they’re Goonies!

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It all seemed like a dream in 1982.  At the peak of his powers, Spielberg held the mirror of our cruel sense of humanity in our faces as Elliot gave a handout of Reese’s Pieces to the world’s favorite illegal alien.  The foreign, diseased menace hopped into the basket of a bicycle and pedaled his way to sweet foreign freedom in the shadow of the moon with the underage teen.

But like every other “self-deporting” alien, he’s back.  And this time, he’ll capture our hearts as he captures his green card.  He is, E.T. – the Extwa Tewwestwial:

A repeal of DADT has cleared the way for E.T. to get his citizenship so it’s off to bootcamp as Steven Spielberg in no way, shape or form intends to help Nancy Pelosi from looking like she wants to sell-out unemployed Americans during The Second Great Depression by offering free college educations and citizenship to illegal aliens.

Barney Frank stars in the role he was born to play.  Frank re-teams with the hit director fresh off their success in the straight to DVD sci-fi cult classic, Close Encounters of the Turd Kind.

Experience the pride and movie magic again as E.T. flashes his photo ID for a government discount to Fire Island and his glowing middle finger to Red America’s backwards values while on shore leave.  Rekindle the awe-inspiring innocence of your youth as E.T. phones homo.

Coming Soon from The Spielberg Collection

- Scheduled Release March 2010:  Years of plastic surgery have left the most powerful woman in the free world horribly disfigured as she assumes Speaker of the House.  You’ll experience true terror as Spielberg digitally spackles over God’s mistakes in “Jaws”.

-  He’s on a bike wearing a helmet, he’s on a surfboard, er, wearing a helmet, he’s eating a hamburger while wearing a helmet!  There’s no telling where you’re going to find President Obama where he’s not wearing a helmet as Tom Hanks plays a tenacious congressional investigator tracking down the President to ask him why a federal case against voter intimidation was dismissed after it was already won in “Catch Me If You Can”.  You’d be surprised what some people can get away with by forging a few documents.  Release date:  Fall 2011

It falls on the house Jew to give you this year’s Christmas greeting. Oh well, it beats going out for Chinese food tonight.

Here you go. Enjoy! Seriously, enjoy.

Leading the Free World is hard! Just ask every journalist who railed that “W” spent too much time on his Crawford ranch. Putz Putt Golf (recommended for ages 3-5) is an educational and fun way to teach your kids important work/life balance skills – just like the President!

Young players will wind their way around 18 holes while avoiding “bummers” that could ruin their leisure.

As the North Koreans pound Seoul, Obama must skillfully maneuver the sand trap on a brutal par 5 or else a meekly worded letter to the U.N. won’t be drafted in time. As China backs their play on disputed fishing territories, Obama risks a birdie on a long Par 3 by putting a lot of top spin on the ball with his 9 iron. Will he reach the pin in time to avert nuclear catastrophe?

Other great gift ideas!
International Sorry!
Call of Duty: Slack Ops
Death Panel

Hey Smart Shoppers! There is still plenty of time to get those gifts under the tree. But there may not be much time for you before you shuffle this mortal coil and join the Choir Triumphant.

Playing Death Panel is a fun way for the whole family to journey down the Red Tape Highway towards life-saving help or government sponsored Eternity!

Even smart or connected players will be challenged. Landing on a square where you eat a delicious cupcake will force to go to the back of the line. Be careful! Smoke a cigarette and you will lose a turn.

 



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Land on a Gamble With Your Life square and draw a card. Can you feel your heart pounding?

Michelle is watching!

Sorry, your Doc works for the DMV now!

Since it’s early December and we have quite a few shopping days left, we (I) thought it would be good to bring back a classic from our first 12 Days series. Race baiting never goes out of fashion, so here is our classic game Race Card! This fun for the family game never goes out of fashion (as long as Rev. Al Sharpton breathes, that is).

 



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I Own the World has discovered that New York City is having a rare moral quandary. There is a controversy stirring the activist juices of concerned New Yorkers like no Islamic Center on Ground Zero could.

How do sane people respond? With a slogan contest of course! Here are just a few of the best

“If we have stuff people can afford, the terrorists win!”

“Death to discounts!”

At least our crazies will be paying sales taxes!

Put in your 5, 3, 2 cents!

Thanks to Kinect, you can now play without a joystick. But you might just want to anyway!

Other great gift ideas!
International Sorry!
Call of Duty: Slack Ops

Move your piece, make your peace! Designed in university lounges and perfected by entertainment think-tankers, Sorry! dares you to be strong by being weak! Who needs American Exceptionalism when you’re contrite in Cairo, loved in Luxembourg and sainted in Central America?

Work your way around the world collecting goodwill tokens and reset buttons from “friends you haven’t met yet”. Sure they may continue attacking you and building nukes like no tomorrow. But you will ultimately win because you won their hearts!

Not available in the US

The player can win by collecting just some of these great apologies:

And many more!!

Previously:

Day One: The Twelve Days of Christmas – Call of Duty – Slack Ops!

Linked by the magnificent Photoshop b*stards at I Own The World and Director Blue. Thank you!

Hey, kids!  It’s that time of year again.  The one where I’m dreaming of a White Christmas.  And nothing is whiter to me than every liberal I’ve ever met.  They can be so difficult to shop for though.

With that in mind, let’s pull out this year’s list of “Who’s Been Nietzsche and Who’s Been Nice?” to see what handout Santa’s going to leave them for Winter Solstice.

On the heels of Call of Duty’s 7 million copy launch earlier this month, Koch Industries in cooperation with InActivision have cut their palms with a KA-BAR and sworn a blood oath (while slicing limes on the 19th hole) to bring us their most overambitious and underqualified game to date:

Call of Duty:  Slack Ops

On Wii, Ennui: Will Obama be able to finish 18 holes in time to hold the 38th parallel?

Use pitch, draw and don’t forget SPIN to turn what is traditionally a lazy man’s pastime into your foreign policy legacy.

Realistic gameplay lets you be the POTUS. When North Korea launches a sneak attack on an ally’s civilians, you are forced to reckon with 18 Holes to avert Nuclear Holocaust starting off with a brutal par 5 where you must negotiate a harrowing sand trap after the first dog leg.  If we can’t get back to the clubhouse by nightfall, a tersely worded letter to the U.N. won’t get drafted in time!

So Real Even Your Ratings Will Plummet: Use the crowd control feature to whip-up or settle down a fawning press corps.  Camo’d cameo announcers Chris Mathews, Andrea Mitchell, Katie Couric and Brian Williams report from the rough (terrain of their New York /D.C.studios) to give you the play-by-play commentary and your Wii controller’s leg adapter unleashes our patented vibrating Tingle ™ Technology.  Don’t get distracted by how awesome you are. You’ve still got to compose that meeting request with your Cabinet so you can draft that letter!

Unlock hidden missions! It’s a game inside of the game.  After being rebuffed from Chinese diplomats, you are forced to enter into a deadly game of pick-up basketball.  Will Robert Gibbs get picked last?    Use Obama’s natural tendency to bow as you reach in to steal the ball and hog it until the shot clock runs down.  You only have minutes left before you can draft that text message to your assistant so she can schedule that meeting request with your Cabinet and hold a quorum on that letter you were thinking about writing when everybody was still mad about that thing that happened - before The Final Buzzer.

And whatever you do, watch out for those elbows!

I’m pretty sure I prefer Pacman Jones’ way of “making it rain” to this one:

Wouldn’t you know it?  Right after I waxed my car.

/Because of The Optics ™!

THAT’S RAAAACIST-WATCH: Nicholas Kristof, from the editorial pages of the NYT, declares that we now live in a Banana Republic.  Poor form, Nicky.  Poor form.  We know what you meant you racist, bananaphobic bastard.

The cuckoo bird flies
On the wings of a trust fund
Towards ole Kentucky
where her blonde-wig was ruffled
as she bares her claws
to commonwealth asphalt
At last, one with the earth

But the cuckoos that stalk
From the North to the South
are ashamed if they can’t earn
a pop in the mouth
their Maddow rims rocked
and hoodies wrinkled
They’ll speed dial attorneys to sue.

The cuckoo bird screams
Like a good Soros shill
against things all-American
as her Master is thrilled
’til the lesson is learned
upon the farthest hill
The cuckoo bird came looking for trouble.

A mockingbird laughs on the cool autumn breeze
as the cuckoo tweets on about hugging the trees
a Beaver laps clams on a cold, county floor
as it slaps it’s tail wanting more.

But the cuckoo bird strikes from the nest of her privilege
a well-thought out plan to disrupt an assemblage
her hands are cuffed her snotty nose rubbed
she sharpens her beak to complain

The cuckoo bird screams
Like a good Soros shill
against all that is good
Can’t MoveOn – Never Will
His called tune is heard
rings the paid piper’s till
for the cuckoo bird
screams for serfdom.

Not to be confused with Finn and Jake.

It’s Adventure Time with our Adventurer In Chief. A morsel…

As always with Iowahawk, RTWT.

No, I get it.  You put a car in “D” to drive and “R” to go in reverse.  Duh-derka. Derk.

But surely there are a few more car analogies out there to illustrate what’s happened over the last two years, right?  How many can you create or save?

- The Republicans drove the economy into the ditch.  We slashed the tires, busted out the windows and hocked the stereo.  We then borrowed a gallon of gas from China and set it on fire.  The insurance company should be coming along any minute and buy us a new one free of charge.  Built by strong union labor.  Keynes works.

-  Republicans let Wall Street drive but failed to strap on the seatbelt.  When the Democrats tried to put up spike strips to write those guys a ticket,  Wall Street passed it’s beer to John Boehner who took a puff of a blunt, hollered “West Side” and began firing at innocent children.  We were just trying to do our jobs.  That’s why we had to pass free healthcare.

- I inherited an economy broken down on the side of the road.  The tow truck operator asked me for some form of identification before he could take it back to the dealership.  That’s why it’s still on the side of the road.

- This car wouldn’t have broken down  on the side of the road if Republicans had not obstructed oil changes and regular maintenance beyond the UN-recognized mandate of every 3,000 miles.    As a result, and like myself, the tires are balding and indicative that the tie-end rods are wearing out though the Stimulus has helped us keep going.  You can feel the play in the steering wheel when you turn it.  In fact, I can’t let you take the care out of the garage until you sign this waiver absolving me of any responsibility if you get in an accident trying to drive it before I fix it.  Fixing it will take 6 more years and that’s why we must give undocumented workers a free college education.

- Republicans carjacked our nation’s economy!  And when they were questioned by police, they blamed it on the black guy.

- (*laughter, applause*) and you put it in “D” to drive forward not backwards for reverse…thank you, thank you.  Right now, millions are hitching a ride on a highway without hope.  Their thumbs extended as far as their unemployment benefits.  I was afraid they might get knocked by someone’s side mirror.  But hope is on the way.  It’s wider than the lanes we currently have and so tall that it’s going to strike the bridge overpasses through many a downtown area.  It’s headlights are so bright that you are blinded by it’s brilliance.  The horn so loud that everyone knows to get out of the way.

- So it’s in a ditch and there’s mud on the tires.  Some of it being slung in my direction.  Now some people don’t want to get out and push.  And I call those people “John Boehner”.  (*Boos, applause*).   It’s not like he’s worried about getting any sun.

- On the way to the Recovery, we had to stop off at a rest area because it was overheating from how fast it had been going.  You shoulda seen the steam coming off of it.  Hooo-boy.  While *ahem*, using the facilities, some people may try to kick your feet from under the stall.  Pay no attention to those guys in the other stalls!  They don’t want you to leave the rest area.  And a backrub is not going to make it cool off any quicker.

- When we found the car, there were a bunch of Taco Bell wrappers on the floor and cigarettes in the ashtray.  It didn’t look like it had been Armor-Alled in years.  But we’re getting out the washrags of recovery and applying the Turtle Wax of Change to it’s oxidized hood.

- I don’t know about you, but I take my car to the mechanic when it need some work done on it.   Christine O’Donnell might sacrifice a chicken.  We just don’t know at this point.  But her “Dreamcatcher” on the rearview mirror isn’t going to bring our jobs lost overseas.  And her “Get a taste of Religion, Lick A Witch” bumper sticker is no excuse to continue the failed policies of the Bush Administration nor is it approved by the Food & Drug Administration.

- So we’ve got our hazard lights on.  We keep trying to flag down Republicans to help but they’re text messaging.  Text messaging while driving.  Sheesh.  They don’t care about you.  You’re not in their Friends & Family network.

- Sure our nation’s automobile is at the tow-in lot.  The Republicans refused to take a breathalyzer test in 2008 and there’s something still in the cupholder that we need to get out.  That, my friends, is change.

Roll with it guys.  Because the Metaphornicator-In-Thief  needs all the roadside assistance he can get.

A stunning dereliction of duty.  Looks like Texas Governor doesn’t have to go to Mexico to get into a bull fight.  Or at least a fight with a bull:

“This is a civilian border,” Napolitano said during a lunch Friday with reporters in Washington, responding to a question about sending more U.S. National Guard troops to beef up border security.

“The National Guard is not designed to be a substitute for civilian law enforcement,” Napolitano said.

With help from Agrestic City Councilman Doug “J” Fleming.

Not ones to let an opportunity to publicity whore go unmolested, however tangential.  Those meth-worn lot lizards of PETA have hiked up their skirts and are flashing their road beef tofu at passersby at the site where the Non-Existent Hate Crime didn’t take place at the Islamic Center in Murfreesboro to Raise Awareness ™.  Of what?  I have no idea.

I’m sure it’s only unintentional that their organization, which is about as anti-human as they come, would consider Muslims to be animals in need of protection.  Yet, there they are:

PETA President Ingrid E. Newkirk asked Sheikh Ossama Bahloul on Thursday if the organization could place a sign at the construction site promoting compassion and understanding for all individuals.”The artwork features images of peas arranged to represent different religious symbols, including the Christian cross, the Muslim star and crescent, the Hindu Aum, and the Jewish Star of David, and reads, ‘Give Peas a Chance”

Oh, that’s right.  They went there.  Visual Whirled Peas.  

“Human beings of all nationalities and religions often feel powerless in the face of all the discrimination and violence in the world, yet every time that we sit down to eat, we can help stop suffering by choosing a nonviolent meal,” the PETA president adds. “While opting for a veggie burger or falafel over a chicken kebab or steak sandwich won’t create instant global peace, it will reduce the sum total of suffering and make one think about what more is possible.”

Non-violence starts on your plate.  If only those 19 hijackers had been eating a soy burger they wouldn’t have crashed those carbon-chugging jet planes into the Twin Mosque Centers in New York and the Mosque Prayer Room at the Pentagon before crashing Flight 93 into the mosque field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

Of course, PETA was always willing to look the other way when it came to their friends in Big Pea.  Jim “The Jolly Green Giant” Scofield had long been dogged by scandal after it was revealed that he harvested his crop with the help of illegal child labor.

Guillermo “Sprout” Lopez’s tell-all book “Little Hands:  An Immigrant’s Tale” aimed for the hearts but hit the stomachs after an OSHA investigation revealed working conditions that culminated in the 1993 E. Coli outbreak that the pea industry has never fully recovered from and a DHS report of “sexual battery by an authority figure” that netted Mr. Scofield a 13 year sentence at a federal maximum security prison in Adelanto, California.  He’s slated for parole just in time for the tenth anniversary of 9/11.  How convenient.

But Ms. Newkirk would probably prefer to forget that sad chapter in her zealous attempts to lobby for Big Pea.

As Lopez’s courtroom testimony confirmed, “He would get Peas whenever he quit fighting”.

I just know that you Buffet friends will love this. Trust me.

Still not sure you want to do it? OK hears a teaser. Boobs and a Casey Casem style voice over.

Sitemeter’s showing somebody likes this old post about how the media used to mock Bush, Sr. as a wimp (you know how those faggitty retired CIA / youngest Navy pilot / WWII veteran types are) but nobody ever mocks Obama in his retarded bicycle helmet wearing,  pedal-phile, slobbing on his ice cream cone knob up and down Martha’s Vineyard.

He licks so many ice cream cones I need to turn his ass out and put him on a street corner to make me some money.

It’s a new oldie but a goodie, if by “goodie” you mean “we’re all going to die because this sissymary Urkel Meets Pee Wee Herman is going to get us killed”.

Enjoy!

Earlier this week, the reliably far-Left smear merchants at the Daily Show lampooned the anti-jihad training center protest going on in Murfreesboro.  Well, lo and behold just a few scant days later there has been a fire set on the construction property.

An apparent case of arson to a piece of construction equipment at the site of the proposed Islamic Center of Murfreesboro was being investigated Saturday by the Rutherford County Sheriff’s Office and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.

…

Sheriff’s department Lt. Randy Groce, who was at the site on Veals Road at Bradyville Pike Saturday morning, told The Daily News Journal that it was unclear “exactly what we’ve got here,” and declined further comment until more facts could be gathered.

Huh?  It was “unclear exactly what we’ve got here”???  Pieces of equipment clearly doused with gasoline.  A Boy Scout jamboree gone awry?

What Islamic training center is complete without a jungle gym?

If they ever get their hands on the Jihad 3000 Action Playset it’s all over for us

Well, what do you know, Chief?

Carmie Ayash, a spokeswoman for the Islamic Center of Murfreesboro, said the Rutherford County Sheriff’s Department told center officials that the fire was reported around 1:30 a.m. Saturday. The other three pieces of construction equipment were damaged when doused by gasoline, she said.

Just hanging around the construction site at 1:30 AM, huh?

Allow me to posit what might not be such an unusual theory:

Fresh from being blessed with the Daily Show Victim Card, the local Islamonazis poured gas on their own insured equipment to coincide with the Glenn Beck Snoozefest.  Obviously, some rightwing teabagger all hopped up on 10-hours of Beck’s annoyingly bland excuse for rhetoric thought it would help his/her cause by playing right into the Accomplice Media’s message of mosque opponents being violent extremists.

Tawana Brawley Terrorism courtesy of our own little al-Sharptons.

All of these months of protests and not one assault.  Not one warrant.

I don’t buy it.  I hereby call “Shenanigans” and toss the Fake Hate Crime Card into the pot.  The real extremists know how to play the media like a fiddle.   Usually they’ll just slap a few strips of bacon in a Koran or spray paint “Moslems Go Home” on their own property and leave pro-Israeli notes admitting why they did it.  Tennessean vandals are so pro-Zionist dontchyaknow?

I call “shenanigans”.  Let the chips fall where they may.

USA Today’s hilariously misnamed “Faith and Reason” columnist rhetorically asks in the inimitably loaded/retarded USA Today fashion “Is Arson at a Mosque Site A Kind of Terrorism?”

Gee, I dunno brainiac.  Do ya think?

Let me ask a different question, if they find out that they did it themselves will you report it and is is still a kind of terrorism?  Some people use bombs.  Some people use political correctness to terrorize people into silence.  Come to think of it, USA Today plants their little IEDs of idiocy by the roadside and in high-traffic public areas too.

A bored traveler accidentally stumbles upon one of their stands, curiously gambles $1.50 in the slot and BOOM!  They lose 25 IQ points.   The walking wounded with a picture-is-worth-a-thousand-word stare.

Don’t Do It! That thing’s gonna blow.

Is USA Today’s “Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader” Commentary a Kind of Terrorism?  Only to our culture and to their shareholders.

This may be outing a bit too much inside baseball but is anybody else seeing vastly improved content from jerk-light spam in our queue?   Way better than those Ed Hardy hoodies and discount Xanax.

Kudos, you bawdy little spam monkeys.  Keep jerkin’ for the stars.

Moops win!

Reconquering Spain 100 yards of beach at a time:

Michelle Obama today faced a fresh wave of attacks over her lavish break in Spain with 40 friends, which could easily cost U.S. taxpayers a staggering £50,000 a day.

What’s a girl to do?  Her husband’s economic policies have already placed a moratorium on families being able to afford vacations in the US.  Besides, that Chevy Volt wouldn’t even get you out of the county.

The First Lady has been lambasted for her extravagance at a time when the economy is still struggling. One blogger went so far as to brand her a modern-day Marie Antoinette.

And her critics will be further annoyed when they learn that the president’s wife had a Spanish beach closed off today so that she, her daughter and their entourage could go for a swim.

…

Police used palm trees and police tape to mark off the boundaries of a 100-yard expanse for the American delegation. On either side, onlookers gawked – and police occasionally stopped and searched sun lovers if they strayed too close to the private party.

Papers, please!  Of course, onlookers gawk.  That’s what they do.

But 100 yards of beach, the length of a football field, to get your knees wet?  Aside from the hypocrisy of telling everyone to tighten their belts as Mrs. Peron goes on yet another all-inclusive 5-star vacation, we know why so much of that beach is closed don’t we?

We can’t let those nasty photogs glimpse the Hottentot Venus in between lecturing the country that she’s not really proud of about how fat they are.

Whaddaya say, toots?   If we saw that our tax money had stretchmarks like your ass we wouldn’t be having this conversation.

To the Victory Garden Sea Bass Tartare followed by a main course of lobster with seaweed risotto!

/Because she’s a Private Citizen ™!

Trust fall!

Sooo…what else did you want to do today?