The President

by Little Miss Attila on January 15, 2010

. . . rawks.

By all means, Mr. Obama—head over to Massachusetts and help Coakley lose the Senate race.

But you may only go out to play after you’ve finished your homework: make sure the Coast Guard, the Navy, and the Marines have what they need for their mission in Haiti. Find a grownup in the White House (or hire one) to make sure our military is coordinating with the charitable relief agencies and what’s left of the Haitian government.

And then you may go humiliate yourself in the Bay State.

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Charlie Martin January 15, 2010 at 1:30 pm

Kiss. Of. Death.

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William January 15, 2010 at 1:33 pm

But Moooom I want to kiss babies and shake hands now!

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Joe January 15, 2010 at 5:51 pm

I love this comment for this photograph:

‘The time has come to talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot — and whether pigs have wings.’

H/T: Glenn Reynolds

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Glenn Cassel AMH1(AW) USN Retired January 16, 2010 at 12:16 am

Don’t forget the blue suited, zoomies from March Air Reserve Base that are involved. They may cry. Reserves. Oye Vay!
Not kidding here. The forces are the best thing for a situation such as this. The Carl Vinson can be a hospital until USNS Mercy arrives. But the carrier also can make electricity, water and be a staging point for airlifting supplies to hard to reach places.

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