WORLD NEWS BUREAU EXCLUSIVE
Live blogging by Scooter Van Neuter
Due to a scheduling conflict (rerun of Blossom) I was forced to record the President's State of the Union address last night so I could live blog it today. Let's see what's happening.
There's a large room full of politicians. It appears to be a courtroom. In the middle is a watchtower manned by Joe Biden and that orange guy. These two have a great vantage point and are probably doing everything in their power not to spit on the milling underlings below.
President Obama just came out like a rock star. The room is going crazy. Nancy Pelosi is either having a seizure or an orgasm. Joe Biden is clapping like a seal on meth, and grinning like he just discovered a free decoder ring at the bottom of his glass of Scotch. Even Michelle Obama looks happy, a glistening film of what appears to be bacon grease coating her feral lips.
Finally, the President starts talking. I use this opportunity to go mix up some delicious margaritas. When I come back he's telling us about "newlyweds Ben and Rebeka" from Minnesota, and how they had a great life until their business went bust (I'm pretty sure these are the people who got sued for not make homo wedding cakes). Then, almost like magic, the economy came roaring back, catapulting them into a pile of dough that has Rebeka pooping out kids like Pop Tarts. Everything's okay now! Even I could have written a more interesting story than this. I go whip up some Chex Mix and little wienies on toothpicks.
When I get back, I watch Barry drone on for a few minutes until the sound of his voice cinches my lower tract like a bungee cord from Hell. The concussion of the ensuing fart parts the fur on my cat, and slightly melts a small area of pleather on my new couch. Crap. I switch over to Joel Osteen until I feel better. Mesmerized by his smile, I send him a check for $135.
Back to the SOTU. President Obama is droning on and on about a bunch of crap that's so uninteresting I can't even tell what the hell he's talking about. I hop over to Animal Planet and watch a fascinating show about the mating habits of fruit bats. I make mental notes to (1) apply what I've learned on my new girlfriend next time she's drunk, and (2) make some interesting modifications to my Batman costume before next Halloween.
Back at the SOTU I'm disappointed yet greatly relieved to see President Obama not talking. He's now strolling around the courtroom shaking everyone's hand like he just cured cancer. I notice Joe Biden evidently peed himself at some point, and make a mental note to monitor Ebay for the chair - it would go great in my home office.
The President works the room while everyone continues to clap like crazy, even some of the Republicans. The President must have announced something really great at the end, like everyone's getting a new car or Kim Kardashian was crushed by a yak. I pray it's the latter.
Summary: All in all, it was a solid speech. It sounds like the President ran the country perfectly last year, and I really liked the way he looked into my soul while actually reading the teleprompter - only Larry King does it better, and that's high praise indeed.
President Obama gives State of the Union address (artist rendering)