Seriously!
Look at his schedule!
Posted on 12/03/2011 4:36:12 AM PST by sunmars
The country will be better off with that haolie out of DC for the 17 days.
I don’t think a trip to China would ever really be considered a vacation. And if he met with dignitaries from time to time, it really wouldn’t be. Or it would be considered a ‘working vacation’.
This article says, “The White House travel office announced the president has no public events scheduled for the trip.”
I have a feeling he’ll have to come up with one or 2 when his people realize that they’re pissing off voters.
Hey guys.....come on! Let’s be a little understanding. Barry has been working really hard!
Heck- he fixed that nasty unemployment problem! It “dropped ot 8.6%”. He needs a little down time!
(Snark....snark....)
Who will Occupy the White House for those 17 days?
He hates you. He hates all of us and so does Michelle. Now he even hates Congress.
It doesn't make any sense to you and me why he is so destructively hateful and yet is allowed to go on wrecking the formerly strongest economy on earth.
He and Michelle are psychological wrecks so don't try to figure them out; it'd be self destructive.
Keep doing the best you can and cut back where you still can.
Do what you can to put out the word and get people to vote for ABO this coming November. (Anybody But Obama).
And pray for your country. They say we'll survive this horror; we just have hang tight.
Maybe it’s on national security. Maybe the economy. Energy policy. Whatever – doesn’t matter. The scenario being played out these days is pretty much the same regardless of the particulars. You knock on the door – it’s always closed. Always. Often you have to knock for some time before being given approval from inside to enter. The big screen will be on – the volume loud. You can easily hear it from outside the door. The sports channels are the ones most commonly playing, though sometimes the channel will be set to music, or Fox News. Sometimes Valerie Jarrett might be there, but most often it is just the president and his personal aide. A large leather chair will be facing the television – it’s well worn. Not part of the White House furnishings but something the president must have brought in from back home. That’s where you’ll most often find the President of the United States – the most powerful man in the free f**ing world.
He often sits with one leg draped over one of the chair’s arms and the other leg stuck straight onto the floor. Shorts, sweats, a t-shirt, and like I said, no shoes or just those sandal things that so many of the younger people like to wear these days. And that leg that’s draped over an arm of the chair will be bopping up and down, like…like someone with a lot of nervous energy. Like a kid does. And there’s the smell of smoke hanging on the president. The guy never quite smoking – that was all bullsh*t. I told you that already. In fact, there’s one of those smokeless ash trays on the desk in there. And that desk, it’s a mess. Magazines spread out all over it. Stupid sh*t too. Real low brow reading material the president is into. People. Rolling Stone. Lots of those tabloid things. The most common thread with this sh*t is it’s about the president. If it’s about him, he’s gonna read it. Good or bad – doesn’t matter. If somebody is talking about him, he’s reading it. He’s watching it. Whatever. The guy’s self-obsession is off the f***ing charts.
So that’s what you first see when you enter the room – the upstairs office, of President Obama. Next you’re gonna notice how small the guy looks. Really thin. He pads his suits up you know. The top end. The shoulders. It became an actual issue during the 2008 campaign – some of his handlers were saying it made his neck look too small. Fact is, it made his neck look just like it is – small. The guy is scrawny. All knees and elbows sitting in that chair. Sometimes he gets up when you come in, sometimes he remains seated and will just turn the volume on the TV down with the remote and say, “What you got?” That foot is bouncing up and down while you give him the briefing, but he rarely looks over at you – always looking at whatever is on the television.
If it’s Jarrett in the room, or the personal assistant, one of them is there to keep the time. Your time. Don’t go over that ten minutes. And even if the president doesn’t look like he hears a word you’re saying, they are listening to everything. Every **da*n syllable coming out of your mouth, and if something is said they don’t like, they jot down notes. Been told it’s to use for the end of day summary they give the president – their own version of what is important and what can be ignored…and who might need to be pushed down, or pushed out…or whatever. So you’re looking at the president, this skinny guy, who’s ignoring you, who’s dressed like some kind of f***ing frat boy wannabe, with somebody else taking notes on what you’re saying, and then you get up and walk out.
The president might acknowledge you on some days, give a little not, maybe even a thank you, but most often he just continues to look at the TV, bounce that foot on the chair, his skin looking off-color, pale, the eyes out of focus, the hair a helleva lot more gray than is shown in public, the wrinkles around the mouth far deeper…and the hands. His fu***ng hands are so…they are just these thin little stick digits. They are like these long-fingered woman’s hands. And his wrists, you could wrap your own fingers all the way around those wrists – again, so much like a woman’s hands. Almost freakish. Certainly not the strong alpha-male type image that America was given during the 2008 campaign.
From the WH insider, and I suspect this is exactly how it is.
All total, Barack Obama has spent more than 400 days on some type of absence from Washington. Sometimes calling them “trips”, or “visits”, in our neck of the woods we call them vacation days. Additionally he’s played 57 rounds of golf since taking office (29 of them in 2010) and gone on 28 basketball outings (20 of those coming in 2010)
In fact he’s spent more than half his time as President outside of Washington on various “tours”.
http://macsmind.com/wordpress/2011/08/17/c-bs-gets-obamas-vacation-days-wrong/
He doesn’t celebrate Christmas and that is exactly why he NEVER has and never will spend it at the WH. Too many prying eyes there.
You are correct. My real concern is that it may become necessary to replace even Alfred E. Newman with Ashton Kutcher or Charlie Sheen as the dumbing down of America continues.
Because Dear Leader is always special.
This seems like the ideal situation for the political hacks of the world. The utter weakness of the man on top would allow them free reign at carving out their own political fiefdoms without interference. Yet you see the best potential candidates for this fleeing the scene. Rahm Emmanuel in his insatiable lust for power has decided that being Mayor of the problem called Chicago is actually more desirable for him than having unfettered access to the unlimited resources of power and dollars that this White House provides. David Axelrod, who for a time was the person actually 'doing' President - working from 6 am to 10 pm each day in his White House office. Yet he has jumped ship as well, choosing instead to run the campaign from one thousand miles away rather than to deal with the situation you have outlined.
And on and on it goes until finally we find out that no one is in charge. As Governor Christie so eloquently asked of Obama last week, "What in the hell have you been doing?" Meanwhile, trillions of dollars are being looted from our Federal Reserve thanks to the treason of Ben Bernanke. And there is no account of where that money is going, except that we do know a billion of it will end up in campaign coffers.
The other day, the President of the United States commented that even if America does not succeed, his daughters would. That must be one heck of a trust fund he now has set up for them. But I do know that if he is re-elected in 2012, there won't be a recognizable America in 2016. Oh well, I hear Uruguay is not so bad. ¿Qué opinas sobre eso?
EXACTLY!! If they stay at the WH, word will get out or they will have to pretend. You will never see scenes like these while they are there.
Especially when the President is “Granddad” – A Holiday Remembrance by Mary Jean Eisenhower:
One Christmas season, my Mom held court with the “kids” in the east family living area of the White House. ”Kids” was the name Granddad referred to us by, but one that Mimi didn’t like as she took the word “kid” literally as a baby goat.
In conducting this meeting, Mom noted that the President and First Lady of the United States had anything they could possibly need or want for Christmas, and informed us that we were going to put on a pageant for them. Julia, my favorite of the upstairs maids after Delores, was beside her and prepared to do what was necessary to assist in the production of this pageant. My thoughts immediately drifted as I thought I didn’t care who the President and First Lady were, she was talking about Mimi and Granddad, something that took me a minute to reconcile and grasp that they were indeed one and the same. The rest of my siblings seemed to understand, which was normal when it came to getting a grip on what we were living.
The east living area in the family quarters bore a colonial American light red and white pattern. The grand Georgian window there also had a recess that served nicely as a counter stage to its mate on the west side of the living area as mom choreographed what we would be doing on our home stage.
Mom was a detail person when it came to such productions; this particular show was no exception. She took starched, crisp white percale sheets, customized their size, cut holes in the middle of them, and lined the holes with silver garland to serve as a neckline. The rest of the sheet flowed loosely to our bodies. Then she crafted angel wings out of white cardboard and silver sparkles, and halos out of rounded metal coat hangers and more garland. This wasn’t enough for our presentation – she then took strands of twinkle lights and wrapped them around the four halos already clad in garland.
We had a couple of “fittings” before dress rehearsal, which were annoying because she made us stand still so that the hemlines would be straight. When the costumes were on the players (my brother, two sisters and me,) she ran the wire from our halos down our sleeves and out. The wires were then hooked up to “D” size batteries, which were covered by wax paper and had a cardboard flame on the top: candle disguises. She rigged a button on the bottom of the “candles” which made the twinklers light. We were to press the buttons to make the halos twinkle during the songs we sang.
After a dress rehearsal and a couple of weeks of practice on the pageant, it was show time. Mom lined us up by size: David first, Anne, Susan and then me, the usual order. We commenced on the west side of the second floor. The hallway lights were turned completely out. Mom stood at the side of our procession directing us. We started our way from the west side and made our way down the oversized corridor to the east side.
The first song we sang was “Silent Night” followed by other traditional carols. We appeared as four little angles as we made our way down the corridor, singing, twinkling, pacing slowly past the Lincoln bedroom on our right, the Queen’s room on our left, past the social sitting groups of sofas and coffee tables adorned with crystal fodder which shot beautiful colors in the off light while reflecting our twinkles, past granddad’s nap room, on the left, past the elevator and Granddad’s artist studio on the right and in to the east area where Daddy, Mimi and Granddad sat anticipating our entrance. I was utterly mesmerized; this really was Christmas with all the glow of the nighttime books and fairytales that had been read to me. I am sure that was one of, if not the sole time the four of us bore the title “Angel” at the same time.
When it was over, Granddad and Mimi jumped from their chairs, the lights went on just before they gave us huge hugs with bursting smiles, one at a time, looking us straight in the eyes, making each of us feel special, as they told us it was the best pageant they had seen – ever. It felt glorious. Sugar plums danced that evening amongst the crisp starched sheets while the smell of Christmas and Santa prepped me for the next morning, which would continue the magic of the eve we had just lived – together. http://blog.ptpi.org/tag/president-dwight-d-eisenhower/
Yeah, Clinton’s “working vacation” was written off that way.
But he basically was hiding out from the American people during his unpopular days.
The Chinese didn’t really know what to do with him the last couple of weeks.
Unfortunately...he’s the “loser-in-chief”. And WE the people have been the losers ever since he stepped into our white house with his goons. :(
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