It looks like R2 has gotten into Big Guy’s kitchen again. And this time they’re eating his Twinkies.
You can tell R2 raided the Twinkie supply in Big Guy’s pantry because everybody’s still talking about Clint Eastwood’s empty chair this morning, 2 days after the fact. (I know “kitchen cabinet” is racial code, butt I think “pantry” is still okay. Just to be safe though, I checked my Condensed Liberal Handbook of Racial Code Words.)
Anyway, the empty chair threw Big Guy’s teamsters into overdrive. They’ve pulled out all the stops to employ RULE 12: “Pick the target, freeze it, personalize it, and polarize it.” Unfortunately Dirty Harry doesn’t seem to give a rat’s patoot about them or their opinions. In fact it may well have made his day, which always diminishes the effect of RULE 12.
Anyway, about those Twinkies: they may not be around much longer for the R-words to eat. It seems that between Lady M’s War on Childhood Obesity and Big Guy’s War on Success, Twinkies has filed bankruptcy. Just between you and me, I suspect there’s more involved here than meets the eye. Twinkies’ parent company, Hostess, is a major rival of McKee Foods, maker of, wait for it…Little Debbie Snack Cakes!
And we all know how much Big Guy enjoys his Little Debbie, along with an occasional Cosmic Brownie after a big night day:
Anyway, proof that Clint’s routine - which will forevermore be known as “Eastwooding” - got in Big Guy’s kitchen is captured by this WaPo blog:
Rattled and bitter that they could not knock the Romney-Ryan ticket off-message, the Obama team and its allies in the blogosphere fixated on Clint Eastwood. Listen, I was there and it was darn weird. But at times it was funny and devastating in its dismissal of the president’s excuses. And in clips and sound bites the day after the live performance, the oddness is diminished and the punch lines seem more biting. In simple terms, the movie icon encapsulated the message of the convention: If someone is doing a bad job, you have to fire him.
Even more to the point: (h/t Fausta via Gerard)
Representing President Obama by an empty chair is salient, high concept, and very much to the point.
Which is exactly why Clint’s chair landed in Big Guy’s kitchen, prompting an immediate response from his cabinet:
It was actually a quick Photoshop of the original, below. We were holding it for next week’s DNC for a little humor of our own: to demonstrate how BO has gotten over his reputation for being thin skinned about people making fun of his ears:
I guess we won’t be able to use it now:
Eastwood apparently so annoyed the egomaniacal president that the leader of the Free World felt compelled to hit back via Twitter (“this seat is taken”) at the movie star. Talk about losing your presidential aura. Empty chair = Obama is now a powerful association. Will the chair be in ads?
(aside: “Empty Chair” now leading the list of #ThingsIWouldVoteForBeforeObama)
Butt back to those Twinkies; I’m really going to be sorry to see them go the way of Chicago’s coal plants:
After all, the iconic Twinkie seems so perfect for these times: a spongy cake surrounding a fluffy, air filled sweet nothing consisting of no real ingredients. Mmmm, mmm, mmm!
An American Icon
Oh and one last thing: did you catch the blue moon last night? I don’t know who’s been messing with the gravitational pull on the oceans now, butt this blue moon was certainly Won for the record books, don’t you think?
I said get out of my kitchen!
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