August 22, 2012 - 9:52 am
You can’t even make this kind of stuff up.
Friend –
If, for some reason, you don’t want to meet the President before he accepts the nomination … if you don’t want to sit up front with the First Lady while President Obama takes the stage … if you don’t want VIP tickets to all three days of the convention, airfare and hotel covered for you and a guest …
Then enter (before midnight) for the awesome confetti.
Yes. The awesome confetti. The mind-bending awesomeness that is tiny pieces of paper succumbing to gravity makes up for high unemployment, a rampaging, job-killing EPA, the Death Star that is ObamaCare, and the president’s transparent dishonesty.
– begging.
Actually, they misspelled that; it’s not “awesome confetti,” it’s awesome confitti.
The First Lady will cause quantities of confit de canard to be rained down upon the attendees, to symbolize both her own extravagant taxpayer-funded lifestyle and the President’s habit of ducking responsibility.
“Yes. The awesome confetti. The mind-bending awesomeness that is tiny pieces of paper”
Actually ground-up bits of styrofoam columns.
Hey! They’re creating jobs! After all, someone has to clean up that mess.
Let’s be fair though. The confetti actually has more substance than either Barry or Mooch.
Post-consumer recycled fair-grade certified organic vegan halal confetti, right?
In 2004, the Democrats couldn’t even drop the balloons without incident.
Mitt Romney should shred copies of the last ten years of his taxes and put it in the confetti hopper and right after the drop inform the public that he just gave the Dems what they demanded.
Ha! Excellent!
It will be old green business stock from failed companies we had to support.
That’s not confetti. It’s shredded paper money. So THAT’S where it’s all going.