President Foot in Mouth Does it Again

God save the queen–from any further encounters with our (not mine, I didn’t vote for him) prudence-plundering president. I’m just wondering, does he actually practice his speeches before he makes them? If so, does he get his helpful feedback from Batman’s joker or what? Something is going repeatedly and horribly wrong.

This time it was only Queen Elizabeth II. You know, just a minor player in world affairs. And he only suggested that the old nag’s been around since 1776, when she supported the United States in their efforts as a nation. Of course, he was trying to refer to the bi-centennial celebration of 1976. Had she been around in 1776, it’s fairly certain she would’ve been less than thrilled, along with the rest of her peeps and homies, at that impolite tea party exclusion thing. He should’ve been a grave digger and called it a day.

He went on to mention freedom and liberty seven times in four minutes, according to the associated press. Nothing like rubbing it in, George. And apparently he had to be cajoled by Laura and Condi into making this reception a white tie affair. What were you thinking, sir? Maybe a nice bbq and denim hoedown? And speaking of hos, is Imus getting a little temporary work as your speech critic? Good Lord, hoss!

I’m actually starting to feel sorry for this poor misplaced rodeo clown. I wonder if he’s been tested for Tourette’s. He just can’t seem to open his mouth without disastrous results. No wonder Jenna and Barbara drink.

We can all be sure (I think) that the queen’s visit was an honor and delight to her hosts. I mean they copped some several hundred year old (almost as old as their guest) flatware from a London silversmith, had an ornate sugar replica of the queen’s coronation rose atop the cake. English farmhouse cheeses were served with the salad. That’s a lot of dainty details. Can we not make it to the homestretch without completely picking our proverbial noses here? Not with GW at the helm, I’m afraid.

Well…that, as they say, is history. It’s going to take a long time for us, as in U.S., to be relieved of our laughingstock status after this eight year reign is over. Talk about terrorism.

At least Queenie got to enjoy the Derby. I’m sure she’ll be glad to get back to her place in Scotland and watch a few sheep graze, though. She’s assuredly seen enough horse’s asses to last her a while.