Hey, remember that woman who complained to the President that her engineer husband couldn’t find a job? Yeah, her: well, Obama apparently told her to have her husband send in a resume to the White House. But guess what happened?
Yup. It turns out that the White House doesn’t have a clue about what the status is on that resume!
That muffled clanking that you’re hearing, right now? That’s from the attempts of Lich-Senator Edward Moore Kennedy to break free of the triple-forged cold steel and silver chains that hold his undead husk immobile in his tomb, so that he may burst forth and beat Barack Obama senseless with a ceremonial burial teleprompter for being this bad at such a simple act of constituent services.
I mean. Good God. Isn’t there anybody over there that can play this game?