The Red Button

. . .And Other Shit Slinging From Both Sides:


From huffingtonpost.com:
"While the putatively "liberal" media hyperventilate about a few words Barack Obama uttered in San Francisco last Sunday, lost in the din were the remarks at a fundraising dinner for Republican Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell of Kentucky and his compatriot Representative Geoff Davis who represents the good people of Northern Kentucky. Senator McConnell called Obama "incredibly naive" and Representative Davis called him a "snake oil salesman." But the truly offensive and, yes, "elitist," statement came from Davis when he said: "I'm going to tell you something. That boy's finger does not need to be on the button."

I have two things to say about this:

First,
Mr.Davis, your foot doesn't need to be in your ass. (And neither does Obama's need to be in his, but that's old news, so I won't address it)

and, more importantly, second:
Where IS this magical red button? What exactly does it do? And how many layers of bureaucracy do you have to wade through before you can push it? Or is it like a fire alarm? Lot's of loud noise and punishment (or not) later? Do you get called to the principal's office?


Interesting facts about Mr.Davis:
He's only three years older than Barack Obama.
He was born in Montreal (awfully American, eh?).