"I am not a good American...I prefer to form my own opinions" - George Carlin
You read it right...my wife and I have been invited to have dinner with Barack and Michelle...and four other guests. All we have to do is donate $5 USD to his re-election campaign. Well OK, a minor point...the fiver gets our names thrown in the pot for a drawing, the winner of which will have dinner with the two of them...plus four.
I need to point out that none...NONE...of the piss ant Repug wannabes would do this for five smackers. The pool would most likely be taken from 20 grand, or more, donors. That friends, is the difference between the party of the big fat elephant and the party of FDR. Warms the cockles of my cockle, I want to tell you.
Below is the seating chart and the invitation for the event (I'm assuming that it is to be an event...and it damn well better be at the white house, and not my house):
You may have noticed that four of the guests at that table are unknown. This concerns me. Maybe they are Secret Service...so seated to protect the POTUS...just in case their background check on us was flawed...somewhat like the vetting of Sarah whatsher buns.
I will say for the record that I have no guns, nor do I know how to make a bomb, so listen up SS. However, it is my duty to confess to occasions of extreme flatulence, but nothing has been destroyed by that talent...as of yet. Not to mention that it would make a lousy bargaining chip...not being controllable and all.
Anyway, I can think of plenty to talk about with the prez, but I am at a loss as to what to talk about with the Secret Service Agents. I suppose we could talk about guns...or counterfeit money...or the most interesting threats ever received by a president.
No doubt political discussion is off limits. Although it does cross my mind that the agents could be registered Republicans. In which case, bring it on MOFOs....har har har.
I am not naive in thinking that this is anything more than a publicity device. However, just in case, I will make a few notes on the palms of my hands, and the back of my tie (if I decide to buy one...I don't currently own one...in fact, the last tie I owned was approximately the width of my now Buddha belly...that should tell you how long it's been since a tie was in my closet).
All in all, this is a pretty slick idea...from his point of view. From my point of view, I would just as soon that my name be thrown in a pot to win a free ipad2...to be presented by the president, of course. I gotta tell you I test drove one the other day, and the ipad2 is as smooth as he is. If it was running, I'd vote for it.