…Don’t Bother, They’re Here

Once again, I stand amazed [actually, I’m sitting right now, but I was standing, talking to my masseuse, when I first saw this] at the access to deep sources in the Administration that my friend Paco has and utilizes to obtain recorded conversations in The White House.  He’s done it again, this time treating us to a conversation between King Barack The Unready and Lady Michbeth in the private quarters of The Executive Mansion.  A highlight:

The Presidential bedroom in the White House. Barack Obama stands in front of a full-length mirror, admiring his new clothes.

Barack: Ooooo, yeah, baby! So fine!

Michelle Obama [entering the room]: What the…? Barack, where did you get those silly-looking pajamas?

Barack: C’mon, Michelle. Any idi..er, I mean, anybody can see this is a uniform.

Michelle: A uniform? [She stares in wonder at the suit in question. Her husband is wearing a short, sky-blue military tunic, fronted with red and gold piping. Gold epaulettes the size of hub-caps rest on his shoulders, and dark blue trousers with double gold stripes run down the side of each pants leg. The presidential pontoons are shod in patent-leather jackboots, and, atop his head, an enormous shako resembling an overturned milk bucket teeters precariously. His face is enveloped in the shadow cast by the black leather visor, which is decorated with nearly a pound of “scrambled eggs”] Barack, take that damn thing off!

Please do take the time to click here and read the full transcript.

You know…this reminds me of something long ago…hmmm…what could it be….ah!…have it:

1970: President Nixon has the uniforms of his
White House guard redesigned.  Laughter ensues
and he drops the idea.

Now, come on, be honest: isn’t such a thing possible again with this man-child in The White House?