Posted on 11/04/2009 9:24:05 AM PST by ianschwartz
FOX News: "Robert Gibbs said ‘well, he was actually watching, you know, the HBO special about his year-long campaign and how it all went.'"
(Excerpt) Read more at realclearpolitics.com ...
Ed Norton used to be one of my favorite actors. Now that he has produced this “love story” (and his other recent left-wing musings)he has become unwatchable.
Anyone remember how HBO assigned the Bush campaign documentary ("Travels with George") to the snarky daughter of Nancy Pelosi?
Can you blame him? He was nostalgic for the good ol’ days.
Nero, Rome... you know the rest.
I passed away madly in love with myself
beside the pond of lilies, calendars go.
The reflection from the pond
is still snugly intact in my memory.
In that life of mine, the first time I saw beauty was my last,
for I withered when I began to love myself.
Cursed with a new life, I could not recall
how I was born into this world
though I refused to forget how young I was
when the world began to look at me with scorn.
Was it my fault that I have been immaculately formed?
It was not my wrongdoing, I insisted
and I hoped in vain that scornful eyes would relent,
and convey understanding instead.
That fateful night in my second life, I marvelled at what I saw
as I stood in front of a glass not unlike the pond in my life
past.
I felt sinful glory as my sight made love
to the glowing form the glass generated.
I saw such pure and innocent perfection
that even my own eyes felt unworthy of the sight.
Indeed, no one was worthy.
Particularly the world that disowned me.
And so that night, I decided to bear no more
the curse of my flawlessness.
Lustfully, my fingers plucked my eyes from their sockets.
I felt hot red ooze, and thought that even my blood
would be sparkling, and its flow musical
as it touched the ground on which I stood.
Without hesitation, I pierced my chest and took
my rhythmically unerring heart,
and shoved it into my mouth.
I felt the presence of an envious Death around me, waiting,
My perfect death—
my last offering to the world that denied me compassion.
Murmuring like heat under the sun.
I wait for another life or chance
to embrace a world that inhabits a gentler slope.
And, remember, that the White House was “unaware” of any unusual activity in DC the weekend of the TEA PARTY!
This is Nero-like!
Uh huh.
http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/15303
The World Wearies of the Narcissist in Chief
I never thought I would see it. A man physically able to kiss his own ass!
“Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?”
Is he requiring his minions to bow when they enter and leave the room yet?
When you know that you are going to have your ass handed to you, the safest refuge is a kiss-ass cable channel program that will have no “Breaking News” election results interrupting your Narcissistic, mental masturbation session.
what an asshole...
He watched V?!
Is this the most self absorbed president ever!! It is like he is saying, I am going to bury my head in the sand and watch a film about how wonderful I am.
Pining away for the good ol’ days when everybody loved him and he could win an election for somebody.
Probably had a big, white furry cat in his lap that he kept petting repetitiously as he relived happier times.
Not even a year in and already reliving the ‘glory years’. Looking for inspiration, perhaps? Longing for the days when the pixie-dust worked?
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