The Obama Hangover is the pain a moderate Obama backer is now feeling after having been promised the moon and realizing they have instead . . . been mooned. It’s got to be humiliating watching your Mr. Hope & Change fumble these first few weeks like a leprous teen would his girlfriend’s bra.
You must be feelin’ like my buddy who recently got married to his eHarmony “soul mate” who turned out to have no soul nor the desire to mate.
It’s a similar vibe this dude we call “Awood” felt who was sold the bill of goods that LSD would cleanse his doors of perception, lead him to strawberry fields and unleash his creativity. The only thing Awood’s acid trip got him was shaved eyebrows, Bruce tattooed on his left shoulder and a twelve-hour conversation with a giant Raggedy Ann doll.
The Obama Hangover is kinda like . . . okay . . . I’ll stop.
I know it hurts. You feel screwed, glued and tattooed.
All of us demonic conservatives hate to say we told you so, but . . . we told you so. Obama’s no savior. He’s a socialist, a Jimmy Carter with a tan, tighter abs and minus the southern drawl.
No doubt, of course, the compost-brained, frequent idiot mile club liberals aren’t upset with Barack’s performance—or lack thereof—and are still fully aroused at the potential that their wet dream of turning America into Amsterdam might finally, finally, come true. And it will if the stimulus, or spending package as Obama calls it, gets through. They have the sweetest hangover; they don’t want to get over it.
But the moderates and the straight goofy evangelicals who blew off their heads for hype have got to be losing that killer buzz they’ve been stoned on for the last two years and are sitting on their couches eating dry Captain Crunch and saying what Michael Phelps must be saying right now, i.e. “What the hell was I thinking? What happened to the ‘fresh winds of change’ crap that we were told was going to blow inside the Beltway once O got enthroned? This ain’t Febreze, this is . . . Fa-fa-funky.”
Yep, with the appointment of four tax cheats, a Playboy-Penthouse-library porn lawyer to the DOJ, the acceleration of RuPaul rights, radical abortion edicts, the closing of Gitmo and the planned relocating of the detainees to our backyards, apologies to the Muslim world, a stimulus package that’s loaded with more pork than Larry the Cable Guy after a Denny’s Sausage Slam breakfast, and Pelosi doing her best Margot Kidder imitation, your glory boy is showing all the discernment of Paula Abdul.