Come on, guys. We already know this is a gutted package rendered palpable to the corporate interests that bankrolled your gold bricking asses, but at least try to make the photo op look less like some golf course your dry-drunk second cousin is developing.
After this shitshow, I intend to hold all of you assholes to, at least, Ari Fleisher standards. This means that, while I expect myriad lies, I will settle for nothing but the finest kind.
Now, my employees, get back to telling me how you're fixing my country.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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