Barack Obama, Meet Susan Boyle

For those who did not know I have a Susan Boyle swimsuit pinup calendar, now you do.

Yet as a combination of her sexiness and cabin fever from this hotel room and the cold outside finally gets to me, I stave off dementia by doing what any alpha male would do in this situation.

I sing show tunes out loud to myself.

(No, not really. I would kick my own @ss if I did, and would deserve it.)

I shall let Susan Boyle dream her dream in her own voice first.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk

I think of Barack Obama feeling the same loneliness, wondering how such a promising start went so wrong.

So as we prepare to shove 2010 under the bus where Barack Obama keeps those no longer useful to him, I wonder how beautiful it would be if Barack Obama would officially whine and complain one last time by lamenting his fate to the beautiful soothing sounds of the Boyle Goddess.

Think of it as the new version of Boyle’s Law, which even Barack Obama and phony climate change hucksters admit is settled science. Combine the ultimate in substance with Ms. Boyle and add in a heaping dose of shallow words lacking any substance to balance it out with Barack Obama.

I now present my final show tune of 2011, Barack Obama singing Susan Boyle and “I Dreamed a Dream.”

I dreamed the Dream Act wouldn’t die…

Amnesty for all of us here living…

I knew my health care plan was lies…

I dreamed God and voters would be forgiving.

I smoked and Californians toked…

The new¬†dream to be broke and wasted…

Republican ransoms to be paid…

No taxes raised, liberals chastened.

The angry calls come at night…

A yelling voice of thunder…

Hillary hopes I fall apart…

So in 2012 my dreams she’ll plunder.

I dream Iran will come to me…

We will live our lives in peace together…

But there are dreams that cannot be…

My cap and trade can’t stop cold weather.

I had a dream my life would be…

So different from placating mad Michelle…

Can’t you all shut up, agree with me…

You’ re always wrong, I’m always right

Palin’s dumb, I am so bright

It’s not my fault, I’m just a man

Hope, change, change, hope

Hope, change, change, hope

Hope, change, change, hope

Yes we can…

Well maybe we can’t, I gave it my all

But if we can’t, it’s Bush’s fault…

At least those killed in war can ask and tell.

They got theirs.

Where is the dream I dreamed?

For those who dreamed a dream that this blog would come back tomorrow with my 2011 TYGRRRR EXPRESS State of the Blog Address, I look forward to making all of your dreams come true.

If I thoroughly disappoint you, then that just means I am less a Republican elephant and more like Dumbo the Elephant.

You know Dumbo…the singing Disney voice (and the girth, but enough about my 4am fantasies) of Susan Boyle, but the adorable ears of Barack Obama, used for everything except listening.

eric

One Response to “Barack Obama, Meet Susan Boyle”

  1. Nothing has irked me more than the utter lack of substance of the right’s critique of Obama. Just once I’d like to see an actually policy debate.

    JMJ

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