It’s not something I normally even think about. I don’t even care. Really. It’s just…
It’s the Frickin’ Office of the Frickin’ President of the Frickin’ United States! What the hell is
Justin Bieber Tommy Vietor doing there in any capacity more responsible than pizza delivery boy?
Seriously. This is what’s been running the country? This? I’ve got t-shirts older than this little cumstain. No wonder everything’s so f*cked up.
Sorry. None of my business, really. But…Dude.
I don’t like to infer from a lack of data. On the other hand I’m a blogger, so I do that all the time. Also I have hired and fired people, so here’s the way I see it. It’s the Frickin’ Office of the Frickin’ President of the Frickin’ United States. It’s a prestige gig to say the least, and you could fill every chair in it from Second Assistant Pizza Procurement Specialist to NSC Spokesvermin with rocket surgeons and brain scientists if you really wanted to. Evidence mounts that Obama has not, in fact, done anything of the sort and I have to ask why not. Judging from the evidence of his own job performance, I suggest it’s because he may be concerned that someone might, at some point, begin to suspect that he’s not exactly a philosopher-king himself. Perhaps he wants to be surrounded by people in contrast with whom he thinks he will look good.
Considering how terrible he looks, job-performance-wise, that’s … terrifying.