AP "Journalist": Aw, poor Barry

The AP's Philip Elliott seems surprised to find out that—even on vacation—the job of POTUS is, well, kind of demanding:

Even though it was called a vacation, the trip to Obama's childhood home was hardly the holiday most people seek. Between golf outings, he phoned his homeland security secretary and counterterrorism adviser for regular updates. Rather than restaurant recommendations, the president was handed thrice-daily updates from the White House Situation Room. And an attack that killed seven U.S. intelligence officers put him on the phone with the CIA director before heading to the island's North Shore for a party with high school friends.

I don't know where exactly to start.

Well, how about here: All you MSM fucksticks who bitched about President Bush spending time at his ranch down in Texas? Yeah, you think there weren't any phones or computers down there? You think that maybe, just maybe, he was getting thrice (or more) daily updates from advisers in Washington? Instead of "restaurant recommendations"? Yeah, you know the answer to that. You've known it since your fawning forbears were taking pictures of JFK boating and playing touch football, but there's a different standard for people with that (R) behind their name, huh?

Secondly, look at the tone here. "Between golf outings" he had to do the most important motherfucking job in the Goddamned free world, huh? I'm guessing we'll be seeing the "Watch this drive" clip castigating him for playing golf during a time of crisis, oh, on about the twelfth of Never-fucking-EVAR. What liberal bias, huh?

And how about this?

And an attack that killed seven U.S. intelligence officers put him on the phone with the CIA director before heading to the island's North Shore for a party with high school friends.

Boo. Fucking. Hoo. Apparently, the BMOC POTUS was inconvenienced by the fact that several people who were serving their fucking country in some of the most dangerous fucking territory on the fucking planet got killed, subsequently harshing his fucking mellow for a few minutes. For God's sake, he was late to a party with some high school friends! The horror. The horror. They might have gotten the impression that he hadn't stayed sweet!

You know what, Phil, I'm never surprised anymore about the fact that Americans don't trust people who do the job that you and I draw a paycheck from, seeing as how people like you are such obvious fucking one-party-friendly suck-ups.

Keep fucking that chicken.

Posted by: Sean M. at 01:35 AM | Comments (6) | Add Comment
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