The massive storm that hit DC Friday night provided some welcome relief from both the political and physical heat. A bonus: it knocked some of the peskier Internet inhabitants off the grid for a couple days. But DC remains largely dark. Seeing as this might be seen as my Katrina, I summoned all my considerable intellectual power, cast my eyes over the darkened city and commanded: "Let there be light." And, behold, there was no light. Nor may there be light for several days. It seems there are limits even to my powers. Jarrett and Axelrod want me to be seen in a leadership role amid the disruption. But what can I be seen to be doing? Directing traffic at an intersection with disabled traffic lights? Hardly.
I favor the idea of commandeering some TV prime time and blaming it all on Bush's lack of infrastructure-spending. Meanwhile, unlike the sweating masses, we have power, light and air conditioning here in the White House. To the truly great, such as myself, come great rewards. I have tucked up Michelle in the Presidentopedic and I am now heading there myself to pull my precious blankey, Boo-boo, from beneath my pillow and surrender to his satin-edged charms. Barry luv Boo-boo, um-num-num-um zzzzzz...
I favor the idea of commandeering some TV prime time and blaming it all on Bush's lack of infrastructure-spending. Meanwhile, unlike the sweating masses, we have power, light and air conditioning here in the White House. To the truly great, such as myself, come great rewards. I have tucked up Michelle in the Presidentopedic and I am now heading there myself to pull my precious blankey, Boo-boo, from beneath my pillow and surrender to his satin-edged charms. Barry luv Boo-boo, um-num-num-um zzzzzz...
