Our Labradoodle president

Jim Kunstler

I voted for Barack Obama. I don’t know about you, but I’m a tad disappointed in how things turned out with him. These days he makes Millard Fillmore look like Frederick the Great. His speech last week on Iraq and, incidentally, economic matters, was such a puffery of hollow platitudes that I was a little surprised he didn’t go up in a vapor at the end of it like a genie and retreat inside his desk lamp in a little trail of steam. Nobody can figure out why he keeps the same krewe of viziers at his elbow after all these months of failure to engage with reality. The voters were expecting a champion and got a Labradoodle instead.


  1. Hey man, I’ve got a labradoodle and a goldendoodle. They’re great dogs!

    • I agree! My sister just got a Labradoodle. Finley just wants to be your buddy and everyone, including previous dog haters, loves him.

      However, I maintain that Being Your Buddy is not the best of all primary attributes for a president. (And Republicans, tragically, have not become smitten with Obama either.)

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