Friday I was listening to Mark Steyn, the undocumented anchorman subbing for Rush Limbaugh, who, apparently is attending a funeral of some Jewess. Unfortunately, Steyn’s hilarious take on Obamster’s 50th Birthday bash scheduled for the day after his own debt ceiling deadline is not available on the interwebs. Because our President is the kind of guy who celebrates his Birthday with a fundraiser, my.barakobama.com is advising the minions how to celebrate dear leader’s 50th. Apparently, the proper way to throw dear leader’s party is to invite 50 people to listen to his 50 minute speech. I, for one, am looking forward to that speech. I suspect MO’s holiday attire will be entertaining as well.
If one is a die-hard Obama fan, however, this might be just a tad bit uncomfortable. Imagine trying to round up 50 individuals for an hour of yawning. They will probably raise money, and lots of it, because giving to Obamster is the polite thing to do, especially on such occasion, but a party, really? I’m trying to imagine individuals willing to throw it. Perhaps some shameless party hacks and nerds pretending that this exercise in Presidential personality worship is cute. I suspect, unless the party is in danger of being immortalized for a news outlet, there will be a lot of no-shows.
Talking about fundamentally transforming American character! I’m blessed to live in a country where we have to google our founders’ Birthdays. I happened to know that both John Adams and Thomas Jefferson died on the 4th of July, but that’s easy to remember.
The 22 of April and 21 of January are not easy to remember, but they are branded into my brain. April 22 is Lenin’s Birthday, which the whole country was required to celebrate. We schoolchildren had to wear our dress uniforms for the occasion and listen to stories about grandpa Lenin. The pupils who failed to show up in dress occasion uniforms were yelled at in front of the whole class. Soviet educators were not sold on self-esteem, you see.
Since no special uniform was required for the commemoration of Lenin’s death, few remember the date. My uncle happened to be born on January 21, and in the 30s, back when he was a boy, the family couldn’t celebrate his Birthday.
By the way, this is my fifth post this week. Mr. Hawkins, you are an inspiration!
7/24 UPDATE: linked by Political Junkie Mom. Thanks!