Let’s all hope this is a put-on, but if it’s not… you know, it’s not the silly instantization of the proverb from the land where P.J. O’Rourke sourced Hillary’s book title, the ancient African kingdom of Hallmarkcardia, that bugs me. It’s the taste. Obama dresses great, his family usually looks terrific, and his campaign had a distinctive, attractive visual sense.
And this thing is just… tacky beyond belief. Uglier than yo’ proverbial momma. Something you’d find in a yard sale in 1981 or on the mantle of the guy who got rich off Mork & Mindy.
When it shows up on the dollar bill, I’ll be in Bamako.
Don’t ask impertinent questions like that jackass Adept Lu.