Newspapers and Broccoli: Bum Deal

Friday, July 20, 2007

Bum Deal

Alright. I know I do not normally blog about butts, or the President, but today I must digress. I just turned on the evening news to hear this evenings HEADLINES. 'Topping this evening's headlines,' President Bush will be getting a colonoscopy tomorrow. First of all, you have to feel sorry for anyone who has to get a camera threaded up their bum. That's just sick and wrong. I plan on staying 49 for as long as I can. Second, why, OH WHY, does it have to be broadcast on the nightly news???? Poor guy, can't even get a colonoscopy in peace. I understand he's the President but the guy deserves just a little privacy! And good luck with that, Mr. President. I, for one, am very happy to have plenty of years left before the dreaded FIVE-OH.

2 comments:

Erin said...: Couldn't agree more on the dreaded colonoscopy...

But on the matter of knowing that the president is getting Roto-rootered, I'm actually glad it's out there for everyone to know.

A lot of people would probably like to avoid this and they're too embarassed to even have someone check to see if they have the dreaded polyps. Manly, Harley-riding dudes like my dad. Now, he can see that another grown man has been Roto-rootered and it was broadcast on national TV, so he can deal with getting one in privacy. If Dubyah can deal with it, so can 99% of the population, right?; 9:19 AM
Trish D said...: I would just like to say that the title of this post immediately below this one is downright hysterical in light of these comments.

'Nuff said :); 6:09 AM

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