Rec this diary and make it one of Greatest Meta Diaries Eva!
This is a diary all about Obama. Or at least a diary about my need to make it All About Obama (and of course, myself + meta).
I've always resisted the obligatory provocative title and the diary written to justify the title and the Rec's but today, like Troubadour feels "Numb", I feel Dumb.
This kind of Dumb needs Dumber. So if you will recommend this and we can work together to eliminate just one relevant piece of work on the wReck list and help start off another purging round of what we seem to do best lately, it might just shame me enough never to post a diary on this site again. It would be like a goodbye cruel world in reverse. Not provocative enough for you? Well then how about this:
Jane Hamsher.
No?
Firebagger.
What, does that mean?
A bunny with a pancake on its head. (no pic cause it's funny just picturing it)
Obamabot.
Ooooh, now where getting somewhere.
[1200px pic of First Family on vacation eating elephant ears] Again, imagine using a composite of the 212 photos on google image exploring countless scenes like it. Whe're going for the jugular here.
You're mother is a Neoliberal.
Whoa now. Getting personal.
Drew Westen.
PAUL KRUGMAN! No?
I'm just getting started. See this kind of diary can only happen in a quantum vacuum. One man's meta is another man's anti-meta. There always is a counterpart. And it must absolutely annihilate and cancel out the others narcissistic attempt to foist a completely unoriginal take on why our President is the Greatest or Sorriest Excuse of a President as we see fit. Superlatives must be our currency and the ALL CAPS along with the strong bolds our denominations. We must shout it out on the rooftops. Why? Because it seems that nothing short of the future of mankind depends upon the American electoral system and the cult of personality.
We must shout and write silly diaries.
What might've happened to our economy if we didn't act and write these diaries? We had double digit unemployment, and a meltdown of Wall Street before all of these diaries. So look around, be thankful.
I'd write more and include links but I'm tired and need a nap. You get the point. I just need the Rec's and am frankly not here to entertain you.
I just wanted to make sure you understood just how urgent this diary and its message is 'cause frankly I'm sick of it. Sick and tired of it. Mostly tired...yawn...time for a nap.