This photo from last night’s Presidential Debate now posted up on the Drudge Report, is in desperate need of a caption other than “Fight!”
So improving on Drudge’s caption presents the perfect opportunity for another Tatler Photo Caption Contest.
Seriously, is there anyone besides me who thought this debate format was demeaning to the Office of the President of the United States?
Perhaps next time the Debate Commission should position the candidates in a large sandbox and whoever calls the other the most names, while throwing the most sand is declared the winner. The result would somewhat resemble what we saw last evening.
One can only imagine what our enemies thought of this absurd spectacle.
The only good thing to come out of this debate will be the forthcoming parodies from Saturday Night Live.
So now, go unleash your pent-up creative energy, but always remember the rules, be nice and stay classy because the media is watching.
The winner will receive priceless PR in a future post and the famous Dr. Spin will acknowledge your brilliance!
Have fun and don’t get sand in your eyes.
Barack Obama “Man, I hope we finish this soon! I really, really gotta go!”
In this photo published by Lancet, the long-term effects of smoking marijuana are shown in their devastating consequences. The patient appears to have lost any contact with the surrounding world and his eyes show that his mind is deep down into the hole of fantasies. The scientists who interviewed the subject report that he thought he was “lowering the oceans”.
His eyes tell that he is under the influence of something-the dreary look and, excessive blinking!
“Move, Mitt! You’re blocking Candy’s hand signals!”
You crack me up!
Drats! I thought the same kind of thing!
Move aside Romney, I can’t see the cues Michelle is signally to me
Too … much … arugula … take that Clint, this chair ain’t empty now!
Candy Hurry interrupted him… I can’t see the teleprompter
Whoa! The lack of oxygen in my own hot air is making me dizzy . . . . .
“You’re getting sleepy. Sssllleeeeeeeeppppppyyyyyy!”
So that’s what they mean by “look Presidential.”
My laser vision will take care of my arch nemesis.
“Did Candy just wink at me?”
Stop the debate, I want to get off.
I got your big stick right here!
if i bite his neck, will i get the vampire vote?
‘Clean and Articulate’ … well maybe I can still be articulate.
That HURT! Yeah, they’re still there…
“Mitt has a tat on the back of his neck? Who knew??”
Did that chick in the front row just flash me?
And here we see the beginning of the launch sequence from the empty chair.
“Oh, so that’s what an intel briefing sounds like!”
“I don’t understand all these numbers, but watch me imitate Big Bird pecking!”
“Mitt, if you win this is how to deep bow to foreign dictators”
“Yes, sensei. Wax on, wax off. I had just been waxing on, that’s my problem”
“I’m not myself when I’m hungry. I need Snickers. Oh, wait, I made Snickers the VP”
“This posture is called The Frightened Turtle. I use it whenever I’m around Putin. Sometimes voluntarily.”
“Candy Crowley. Blech. Never let a waist go to crisis”
“I miss Dan Rather. What IS the frequency, Kenneth?”
“She either just signaled me that she’s going to save me, or I’m supposed to steal third”
Squirrel!!!!
It reminds me of an episode of MASH. “Radar” O’Reilly was giving Col. Blake a physical. He used a flashlight to look into Blake’s ear and said, “Woooah…there’s a minature nativity scene in your ear!”.
I’m the real Honey Boo-Boo!
Is it already time for call to prayer? I think mecca is this way
Silent but deadly. Damn beans.
it doesn’t feel right sitting on this stool without my dunce cap on
“Someday I’ll be a real boy…I mean president!”
“His master’s voice.”
“Any time now, Candy. Any time. Feel free to jump in and run interference for me. Any minute now…”
I don’t get it! What did that girl in Fairfild see?
Obama finds he can’t talk through his arse and sit on it at the same time.
“You want me to call an audible?”
“Candy, don’t forget what you say when Romney busts me on Benghazi.”
Without his teleprompter, Obama is fundamentally transformed, or transfixed, or something. . .
“Wait, is this being aired in all 57 states?”
“Note to self: don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down.”
“Just wait ’til you see my impression of Bill Clinton!”
“Wow, that chick over there has a big butt . . . oh, wait, that’s Michelle.”
Who the he## told him about that one? I thought we buried that!
Obama tries “Darth Vader’s” mental strangulation technique. but it worked in the movies!!
Obama does his best impression of the movie “scanners”, “if can concentrate hard enough, his head will explode. it will be so cool..”
If I concentrate I think I can make his head explode!
“You are getting very sleepy, very sleepy…hey, none of these 2008 tricks are working”
“Eye Candy to ‘I, Candy’ come in please, if I blink once it means interrupt him, if I blink twice it means change the subject. If I don’t blink, wake me up.”
“Ok, now I’m going to channel my inner Bill Maher and Andrew Sullivan”
“Teleprompter contacts. These work great. Just don’t give me any words like corpsmen again”
I’m going to goose Mitt and I think I can do it without the camera catching me. Oh this is gonna be good, no one on tv will understand why he screams out, and I will blame it on Bush!” he he he.
“Into the cornfield… into the cornfield…” (For the reference, see: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It%27s_a_Good_Life_%28The_Twilight_Zone%29)
While Romney was speaking, Obama was at Pebble Beach lining up his golf putt.
“Serenity now. Serenity now”.
One more fact and Im going to hurdle.
So thats what presidential looks like.
This fool is going to get dissed no matter what the cost.
My next zinger is going to zombie the fact checker.
Six cans of Redbull and Im heading to altitude.
Obama can’t hurdle http://aardling.com/wp-content/uploads/Obama-takes-a-hurdle_.jpg
I can hardly see the hidden teleprompter in the back row.
“This Vulcan mind-meld thing isn’t working…?”