ObamaRama

SSB is here today to announce our triumphant return from cowering under our desks waiting quietly for the end to come. We have patiently waited for choirs of angels to sing hallelujahs at every bill and executive order issued by our beloved new president, sadly we are still waiting.

We were going to fill this space with our accumulated list of acknowledgments and critiques of our new president, but after reading that article we were pretty damn depressed. Instead we visited Karl Rove and subjected him to the the Rorschach Test. That's right psychology students: Today we get inside the twisted, dirty, mind of Karl Rove (Bush's Brain) .

SSB: Mr. Rove, nice flag pin there, can I call you Uncle Karl?

KR: No.

SSB: You know I used to have an Uncle Karl, he was a strange guy, short to, like 5'-1... he could've been a jockey. He used to set up these crazy elaborate displays with those green plastic army guys, then he would just stomp all over them. Sometimes he would take them and jam them into his mouth and chew them up, like he was some sort of a giant or something.

KR: Are you with CNN?

SSB: No. Anyway, one day he was stompping around doing his thing, jamming toy soldiers into his mouth when he accidently choked on one and died.

KR: Is this the interview?

SSB: You remind me of him.

KR: What? Are you going to ask questions?

SSB: Why Yes I am Uncle Karl. Yes I am.

KR: "..."

SSB: Ok then, well I brought along an outdated psychology test, and I want you to clear your mind. When I show you a picture I want you to to just, y'know, tell me whatever pops into your mind. Ok?

KR: Why would I do that? (Uncle Karl shifts around uneasily in his big chair)

SSB: For the people... for the people. Ok so here we go:



KR: Oil.

SSB: Really? Sort of looks like the devil to me.



KR: Uh, dead terrorist dipped in oil.

SSB: Wow.



KR: Last night. With a bloody bow-tie .

SSB: Really? Care to elaborate?

KR: If your not going to ask questions I'm going to ask you to leave.

SSB: Oh. Well... what do think of the new administration?



KR: Look, I've said it before...is that Obama on that card?

SSB: Why yes it is, sorry, thats not a real card. Don't know how that got in. I work with cut ups. I bet Bush was like that.

KR: How in the hell did you get in here?

SSB: I opened the door and walked in.



KR: This is over.

SSB: that doesn't make any sense. It looks like an ironic mime miming spinning records. Get the irony? Get it?

KR: I'm calling the police. (Uncle Karl picked up the phone and dialed the cops at this point, signifying the end of the interview.)

SSB: Well Uncle Karl... (At this point security came into the room apparently silently called by Rove.) Whoa, you have a secret security button?

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