I’m pretty sure she will. After all, she sold the private jet the governor before her had bought and canned the private chef, IIRC.
King Gorm the Sleepy. Only Mark Steyn. Only Mark Steyn.
But this is a president who blames his dead-parrot economy on “bad luck” — specifically, the Arab Spring and the Japanese tsunami. As Harry Truman would have said, the buck stops at that big hole in the ground that’s just opened up over in Japan.
Well said, love Steyn.
Gonna be tough to ignore natural disasters like Coolidge rightly did.
I loved this part:
“the motorcade tour seemed an ingenious parody of what (in Victor Davis Hanson’s words) “a wealthy person would do if he wanted to act ‘real’ for a bit” — in the way that swanky Park Avenue types 80 years ago liked to go slumming up in Harlem.
Why exactly does the president need a 40-car escort to drive past his subjects in Dead Moose Junction? It doesn’t communicate strength, but only waste, and decadence.
Are these vehicles filled with “aides” working round the clock on his supersecret magic plan to “create” “jobs” that King Barack the Growth Slayer is planning to lay before Congress in the fall or winter, spring, whatever?”
Steyn!
Sadly, Rush could only get him to guest host on Monday.
His other guest hosts are unlistenable.
I’m getting a weird vibe that maybe he’s just no into us anymore!
“Does that detail alone suggest that a thousand-year dynasty dating back to King Gorm the Sleepy (regnant 936-958) travels in rather less luxury than the supposed citizen-executive of a so-called republic of limited government?”
There are two people for whom I’d give up my life: my kid, and Mark Steyn!
“I think the American public wants a solemn ass as a President, and I think I’ll go along with them.”