There may be numerous reasons I just would not last as president, but the biggest one is this. I would likely lose my temper and beat the living you know what out of at least a few people. People like Psy, who Donald Douglas talks about this morning.
Utterly amazing, at Twitchy, “Killer photo op: Obama and daughters meet U.S. troop-slay rapper PSY.”
Some of the dude’s lyrics, via Weasel Zippers:
Kill those f-king Yankees who have been torturing Iraqi captives.
Kill those f-king Yankees who ordered them to torture.
Kill their daughters, mothers, daughters-in-law and fathers.
Kill them all slowly and painfully.
See, I would just not be able to do that. If I laid eyes on a rapper that sang those lyrics about American troops, I would snap. My temper would get the best of me. Of course, the media would have a field day. “President opens a can on South Korean rapper” would be just one of the headlines. The international community? They would lose their minds. The Useless Nations? Well they already lost their minds. Bob Costas would make some stupid comments about a culture of intolerance at halftime of Sunday Night Football. And I am sure I would be impeached, or worse, forced to undergo sensitivity training, anger management classes, and maybe even be forced to make one of those fake apologies that people who are not really sorry make. Of course, as president, no one could make me do those things. And Harry Reid and other weasel-like Democrats would be very careful NOT to get on my bad side. The president of Mexico? He would watch his manners too. No, I would not be reelected, but, think of the book deals, offers to have my own talk radio show, I might even get to meet my blogging role model Michelle Malkin! All for beating the snot out of some bottom feeding piece of filth?
When I look at it that way, I am in. Doug Hagin 2016! Ed Daley could be my VP. How about a campaign slogan? Hmmmm. Let’s see, how about Hagin/Daley 2016, because we need to open a Can of Whoop Ass sometimes! And my first act as president, after bitch slapping Psy? A little private meeting with dirt bag Anthnoy Cumia