Thoughts Du Jour

• BO wants the credit card companies to simplify and clarify their policies and procedures so as to be more transparent. No more fine print he implores. And yet, he oversees the I.R.S., a federal behemoth with nearly 90,000 employees and a tax code of over 17,000 pages of fine print. You call 10 different I.R.S. offices with a question and get 10 different answers, and none of them are correct. How about taking the mote out of your eye first Barry and cleaning up around your own back door. Implement the Flat Tax or Fair Tax! Good grief, your own Treasury secretary can't even master TurboTax! How dare you dain to preach to the private credit card companies?!
• Darth Sebelius was confirmed by the Senate today as the new secretary of H.H.S. A dark day for unborn children all over the land. Well, at least Kansans are rid of her.
• Benedict Arlen goes over to the dark side today. GOOD RIDDANCE! It will be challenging in the Senate for a while, but the conservative movement, the Republican Party and the country will be better off for it in the long run. He will probably loose to Toomey in the next election anyway.
• Looks like Michelle took her hubby's jet out for a joy-ride over NYC. Hope she didn't spill the champagne all over the fine Corinthian leather upholstery.
• I give BO a grade of G for his first hundred days, since F is just too good. And the mainstream media gets G-minus.

Look Boss; da plane, da plane!

So in an era when it is fashionable to deride private business execs for using corporate jets and taking luxury retreats, we are going to load up a Boeing-747 (Air Force One) and fly it one hundred miles from D.C. to Williamsburg, Virginia for a luxury spa retreat weekend with the whole Dem political gang (who have to merely ride a chartered Amtrak with helicopter security overhead). In addition, we have to fly the presidential limo down there and bring in Marine helicopters, not to mention the enormous Secret Service security apparatus. All of this for a political retreat with $75 seaweed wraps to talk about the plan to take over the country and impose martial law. Why couldn't the prez of the little people ride for two hours in his limo down there? Are they afraid something might happen along the highways in Virginia? If he really has a hankering to fly the Platinum-Plated Skies he could buzz Kentucky and see the real suffering of the real people in this horrible ice storm (Algore, call your office).
Can anyone spell H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-S-Y?