Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Day After the Day After

Presser-ing on:

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Well, we got that unpleasant task behind us. Lady M refused to come out of her room, claiming she still has one of her “sick headaches” – we all know what that means. Big Guy looked a little worse for the wear at the presser too:

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Whew! We’ve got our Shar Pei face on today. That’s as close to humility as we get.

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pouty puss

I think perhaps prunes for breakfast for the next few days would be in order, and then everything will be back to normal. Butt we’ve only got till Friday, because I don’t think they have prunes on the Indian sub- continent.

So after doing his best humble pie act (which I don’t think is quite ready for prime time.) We’re just packin’ up and gettin’ out of town. And I’m tired of hearing about the $200-million-a-day price tag that’s been floating around the blogoshere. Let me make this perfectly clear: this is before the bar tab and includes the dangerous coconut removal plan reported on by Daizie yesterday.

Take a peak at what Indian Hotels have on tap for the Wons: the 40 year Glenlivet.

dt_glenlivet_1970_49 40 year old Glenlivet?!! How does anyone keep it around that long?

So big deal, it’s 10 days, on $200 million a day, or put another way: $2 billion. And, as a bonus, we’re saving oodles of Benjamins by cramming this vacation important diplomatic mission in before Ben-Bern fires up the money machine with our Quantitative Easing of the Fed’s printing presses (Spelled differently,  i-n-f-l-a-t-i-o-n).

Butt keep in mind, this is an unprecedented, historic, trip – when was the last time a FLOTUS (or even a POTUS) went all the way to India to visit sex workers?

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What? Don’t we have enough sex workers around here? And if you include the pimps, they nearly outnumber the Republicans in this town.

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