Aug 5 2012

Aporia Politico: You just have to laugh in politics…Or get punched in the face!

When it comes to politics?

Some people…

Just lack the needed humor.

[via the Blaze] It‘s President Barack Obama’s birthday, but it seems the Republican National Committee’s efforts to get in on the celebration were rebuffed.

The RNC on Friday sent the Democratic National Committee a birthday cake in the president’s honor, but the DNC sent it back.

The cake’s frosting message? “You didn’t bake this” — a riff on Obama’s “you didn’t build that” remark.

“Since President Obama’s birthday is tomorrow, we actually wish him a happy 50.99726 years with this ‘you didn’t bake that’ cake,” RNC spokesman Tim Miller told Yahoo! News Friday.

The oddly specific number is a knock on the White House’s explanation that “the unemployment rate ticked up to 8.3% in July (or, more precisely, the rate rose from 8.217% in June to 8.254% in July).” The RNC on Friday also rolled out a series of mocking birthday e-cards to help Obama ring in the big 5-1.

“We do know that hard working, smart entrepreneurs across the country join us in wishing the president a happy birthday and hoping that next year he has more time for baking so the country can get back to job creating,” Miller said. [Read More]

And some…

Far, FAR more than others?

“Jeez, really dude?” Need grab just a little bit of savvy.

Please?

It’s really scary, isn’t it…

To think these (below) people are allowed to vote.

[via Mediaite]…According to the Anderson County Sheriff’s Department, upon seeing Romney’s photo on his girlfriend’s page, Lowell Turpin “angrily demanded to know who the male was.” When Turpin felt the girlfriend was “attempting to communicate with friends through her Facebook account,” he proceeded to throw her personal laptop against the wall and… punch her in the face.

The 40-year-old Turpin remains in the Anderson County Jail after being charged with domestic assault. The girlfriend also reportedly told an officer that Turpin “has been violent toward her multiple times over several years.” [Read More]

I mean, come on…

When you look at the two men battling to be President, how do you not grab enough of reality to just laugh?

I do.

Just, you know, not in a funny ‘ha-ha’ kinda way.

*sadness*

4 comments on “Aporia Politico: You just have to laugh in politics…Or get punched in the face!”

aftladybug

August 5, 2012 @ 1:32 am

I would keep the cake. I can’t bake it so why not accept it when the RNC was so nice to sent it.

The guy who punched his girlfriend in face, wow, scary dude. he was just looking for another reason to be violent.
- anguishedrepose
  
  August 5, 2012 @ 2:20 am
  
  That’s a very grown up way to look at it. Just goes to show how much more mature you are than the DNC.
  - aftladybug
    
    August 5, 2012 @ 2:35 am
    
    Hahaha
    
    My maturity is questionable most of the time except compared to the politicians and political parties.
    Then I am maturity giant.
    
    You crack me up.
  - anguishedrepose
    
    August 5, 2012 @ 2:54 am
    
    My maturity is questionable most of the time except compared to the politicians and political parties.
    Then I am maturity giant.
    
    In this one instance? Haha, you are indeed, my friend.
    
    Bask in it.

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Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.

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