Monday, November 30, 2009

Photographic Lapses in National Security

In my previous post, I rambled on about the inexplicable (again, without splick) lapse of security over yonder there at the White House when two assclowns were able to just waltz on into President Barry's State Dinner, sans being on the guest list and sans being guests. I have realized that I don't think I was able to do justice just exactly how close these people came to the President and ol' what's his name, the Vice President. (Biden! Dammit! I've gotta remember that. Biden!) They schmoozed it up with damn near everyone that they could come in contact with. Let's take a gander at how the Secret Service, whose salaries are paid for with our tax dollars, does their job, shall we? (Oh, also, those State dinners? Yeah, those are paid for with tax dollars as well. You and I helped foot the bill for this sucker. I can't wait to see who we invited!)


Well, this makes sense. We invited a one Arun K. Singh who is the Indian Ambassador to the United States. I'm guessing that's how he introduces himself, but I'm wondering how the crashers introduced themselves? "Hi! We're...here!"


Here are the Salahis with Adrian Fenty, the mayor of Washington, DC. Too bad it wasn't Marion Barry. That would have really got that party started.


Here are the Salahis with Ar Rahman. He's the fellow who wrote that catchy little Jai Ho song for that little movie Slumdog Millionaire. Jai ho, indeed, my friends. Jai ho, indeed.

Here they are with Chief of Staff and notorious user of foul language, Rahm Emanuel. Say, is Rahm part elf? How tall is he? No wonder he swears all of the time. How else is he going to get people to notice him? He's like a little gnome.


I'm not sure where Tareq was when Michaele had her photo taken with Indra Nooyi, the chairwoman of PepsiCo. Look at how close she was to the leader of the company which produces the second most popular soft drink in America! If you enjoy your Pepsi and you didn't think this breach of security was serious, think again! Had things gone horribly awry and gotten a little anthrax-y, y'all might have been drinking Coke!


Egads! It's Michaele with Katie Couric! She endangered the CBS Evening News! Oh, wait. The CBS Evening News already was endangered. Never mind. False alarm. Carry on.


In the above caption, please replace "Katie Couric" with "Robin Roberts" and please replace "CBS Evening News" with "ABC's Good Morning America". Now you're with me.


Here's Michaele, again sans Tareq, with some happy Marines. They might not have looked so happy if his round, jolly self was inserted in there.


But now, on to the good stuff! Here's Michaele practically humping Joe Biden's leg. (You can't tell from this angle, but Joe's tail is really wagging!)


I'm assuming that after the above pose is when Tareq came running over.


And finally, the man of the hour, President Barry (standing next to Indian President Singh) cluelessly meets and greets the gate crashers. See? It's here, right here, that they could have anthrax-ed him and we would have been looking at President Nancy Pelosi before dessert. I shudder at the thought


I find it interesting that in all of the poses where these two asshats are together, they are always standing next to each other instead of flanking the important person's sides. I thought that whenever a couple of people met someone important and had their photo taken with them, I thought that they always split up and each one got a side. Not these two. They're always right next to each other. They're probably sit on the same side of a booth when they go out to eat, too. I've never understood people like that. Never understood 'em.

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