I was going to comment on Barack Obama’s Air Force One fundraising phone call – like Hot Air, my immediate verdict is “Likely legal, but deliciously desperate, bitter begging on a depressed and despondent President’s pathetic part” – but this is what I got when I clicked on the article this morning:
It was a tie for me between the B-17 and the Spitfire – I’m a sentimentalist – but in the end, it was Iowahawk’s contest, and his criteria:
Yet, neither of those yardsticks captures the true spirit of the Cruise, which is really about attitude.It’s that menacing glimmer that warns Gaia: my pimp hand is strong. The sassy insouciance that invites the moralist biddies and prim religious scolds of the green movement to Kiss. My. Ass.