Chrisco Spins

As if slavery, segregation, and Jim Crow weren’t enough to stain our country, today I read about Black Dog Syndrome. Here the Democratic party is trying its guilt-ridden best to nominate a black man for President, while the rest of you are passing by the black dogs at the pound.

These poor animals are relegated to having pink and blue ribbons tied around their necks to appeal to the canine racists among you. You might as well put them in cat-face and make them sing the Meow Mix jingle.

Don’t plead your innocence! I see how you look at me and my black Daschund when we’re walking in the park. Don’t pretend like the reason you’re looking is that a grown-ass man is walking the world’s tiniest dog. I know what’s really going on in your head.

You all disgust me!

I don’t care what anybody says… George W. Bush is getting more fun by the day. Now that no one is paying any attention to what he does or says, he’s letting his inner frat boy run the whole shop. And I love him for it.

Our president is still a royal idiot, but at least now he’s entertaining. Did you see him endorsing McCain today? If you didn’t you missed a great bit of political comedy. He actually forgot he wasn’t in the frat house for a minute. In the middle of the reporter Q&A, Bush stopped everything and yelled for Wolf Blitzer:

“Wolf, where’s Wolf? No, I’m not calling you. Wolf! No, not you either. Where’s Wolf?”

“Right here,” Wolf answered finally.

To which Bush replied, “Well, ask something, will you?” It was high comedy.

Like I said, Bush is still the town dunce. He’s got a good share of months left to wreck the country and the world. But at least he’s entertaining me now. His lame duck year is going to be nuts.

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