Where, exactly, were our stylists? What do they think they’re on the Big Black Bus for, if not to avoid unfortunate photo ops like this one of Big Guy out standing in his field?
You sure don’t need me to point out the failed optics of this unfortunate metaphor:
As our War Planner succinctly put it “How utterly metaphoric is this shot of our clueless POTUS standing in a drought-stricken Iowa corn field trying to ignite the magic of four years ago.”
And speaking of stylists…
and unfortunate photo ops:
Which one of the ladies-in-waiting thought that this tie-dyed “floral” apron dress with the .50 caliber ammo boob belt would show well on national TV? And which of our brilliant public relations and new media specialists thought that pairing Lady M’s statuesque physique up against a petite teenaged gymnast would be a good idea? I’d like to see their papers.
The unfortunate matchup made Lady M cranky enough that she couldn’t help butt lash out at poor 80 pound Gabby when she told Jay she celebrated her 2 gold medal victories by enjoying a McDonald’s Egg McMuffin. That was entirely out of character. I mean, how many times has Mo herself told us that an “occasional” treat is okay? And if winning double Olympic golds isn’t an occasion, what is?
After all, it’s not as if Gabby said she had a Shake burger, fries, chocolate shake and a diet Pepsi like Lady M always does when she thinks she’s earned a little treat. So that’s how I could tell little Gabby really got under her skin.
Sheeze! We really need to hold a staff meeting before things get any further out of hand. It’s not as if things aren’t already tense enough around here.
As I first reported on Saturday, the R2 team really got into Big Guy’s kitchen. Now it looks like they’re crawled right into his bread box.
Well, see for yourself; this just came in overnight:
Congressman Paul Ryan is the poster boy for the extreme Republican leadership in a Congress whose overall approval rating is 12 percent. His plan to dismantle Medicare is deeply unpopular with the general public, and especially undecided voters.
You might be wondering why the hell Romney picked this guy. But this is a strategic pick that carries real danger for us.
Here’s the calculation: Mitt Romney doesn’t need or expect Paul Ryan to convince even one undecided voter to cast their ballot for him. That’s not what he’s on the ticket for. He’s there to reassure and inspire ultraconservative ideologues and corporate interests that they will have one of their own a heartbeat from the presidency.
That means tens or even hundreds of millions more dollars for the Romney campaign and the array of outside groups supporting him — and if current trends hold, more than 90 percent of that money will be spent on TV ads — lying, distorting and trashing Barack Obama. Those ads will have more impact on undecided voters than anything Paul Ryan himself does or says.
Mitt Romney is convinced that picking Paul Ryan is a great investment for him. And his campaign is already touting the pledges and donations they’ve received as a result, with fundraising events planned for this week.
We’re already being outraised, and we can’t afford to fall further behind. Our records show that you’re still waiting to make your first online donation — now is the time.
Please donate $5 or more today:
https://donate.barackobama.com/Romney-Ryan (I HOPE I didn’t screw that “donate” link up)
Wow! Early August and we’re already pulling out the Howitzers. Medi-scare? Check. Ideologue? Check. Outraised by the evil rightwing attack machine? Well, technically, no.
Butt we do find it advantageous to be the underdog so we’ll keep beating that horse till it drops dead. It fit’s perfectly with our class warfare meme, and throwing in the “ideologue” tag was just inspired; it sounds so…villainous when slapped on an evil Republican.
Plus, it allows us to start lying attacking on a whole new front. For example, now Big Guy can accuse Ryan of holding up the farm aid bill even though he voted for it, before sending it along to the Senate, where it’s currently being held hostage by the Dem’s.
Which brings us full circle – back to Iowa. Where we had a few beers with the folks (h/t: Bill O’Reilly):
and enjoyed a shave ice (sno-cones, as they’re called in fly-over, where it snows)
…before reentering our Field of Dreams. “Right this way sir, I’m sure there’s an alternate universe in here somewhere.”