Dear Diary: It was a heck of a Monday, with the daggone military putting me in the cross-hairs again. I'm generally proud of the military, except when I'm not.
Meanwhile the bitter clingers in fly-over country are getting mad at the price of gas, yellin' as loud as Michelle does when I open a pint of Academia Nut Ice Cream [that's funny, though I say so myself, and I do.]
The British Prime Minister, David Cameron, is here Tuesday. He'll have questions about Iran and continuing British support for us in Afghanistan. Awkw-a-a-rd. Valerie Jarrett came up with a brilliant solution: psych him with a trip aboard Air Force One to a basketball game in Ohio [ I'll bet the poor broke Brit normally flies in an ultralight powered by a two-stroke lawnmower engine.] Once we land in Dayton I'll take him in the Beast straight to a college basketball game where he'll be too busy to talk, mugging for the cameras, pretending to enjoy a game he knows sh*t about.
Back In DC, I'll unleash Hillary on him on Wednesday, fill him and his wife Samantha with Michelle's frozen summer peas at a State Dinner after which they'll have to leave for their suite in a hurry. Again no time for awkward questions. Slam dunk. Valerie is a genius, scarily so. Talking of scary, the Duchess of Peas is calling. Time to close the laptop, say a quick bedtime prayer to myself thanking me for my genius. And so to bed.
Meanwhile the bitter clingers in fly-over country are getting mad at the price of gas, yellin' as loud as Michelle does when I open a pint of Academia Nut Ice Cream [that's funny, though I say so myself, and I do.]
The British Prime Minister, David Cameron, is here Tuesday. He'll have questions about Iran and continuing British support for us in Afghanistan. Awkw-a-a-rd. Valerie Jarrett came up with a brilliant solution: psych him with a trip aboard Air Force One to a basketball game in Ohio [ I'll bet the poor broke Brit normally flies in an ultralight powered by a two-stroke lawnmower engine.] Once we land in Dayton I'll take him in the Beast straight to a college basketball game where he'll be too busy to talk, mugging for the cameras, pretending to enjoy a game he knows sh*t about.
Back In DC, I'll unleash Hillary on him on Wednesday, fill him and his wife Samantha with Michelle's frozen summer peas at a State Dinner after which they'll have to leave for their suite in a hurry. Again no time for awkward questions. Slam dunk. Valerie is a genius, scarily so. Talking of scary, the Duchess of Peas is calling. Time to close the laptop, say a quick bedtime prayer to myself thanking me for my genius. And so to bed.
