If the bombs are too loud, you're too old
Ya'll know that I blog. I'm thinkin that's pretty dang obvious, 'cause you're readin' my blog right now. In other words, I sit here any type-type on my computer, and you all read it. That's what presidentin blogger do, they write in blogs. So I figured since I'm part of the whole internetz blogger thing, I figured that I'd invite some other blogger types up to the white house so they could see how its done. See, I'm a leader... I'm a leader and a teacher. I teach. So I showed them people a bit of the whole white house vox nerve-center as it were. I told the folks at the white house kitchen to lay in some Mountain Dew, 'cause I heard that is what all the computer geeks like to drink. They got a case of that stuff. I think it was eXXXtreme. (that's one for the young 'uns out there, see folks, the president can be cool!)
Anyhow, one of them blogger guys asked me about the whole victory in Iraq 'n such. He wanted to know why I wasn't out there fightin with the boys, if'n I thought it was so important. Here' the thing folks, I'd really like to be out there killin me some muzlims. Let' God sort 'em out is what I say. I really wish I could be in the Army, or maybe even in the Air National Guard again... hoo doggie, THAT was a good time, Air Guard... good memories... what I kin remember about it. Anyhow, I told them bloggers that even though I'd sure love to be out there in the 130 Iraqi summer, there are two reasons, and exactly two reasons why I just can't. Number one is that I'm too old. Ya see, these old bones are just too fragile for fightin. I try to keep myself fit with a strict regimin of workin out for like three or four hours a day, and I sure do bike a lot... but I'm just too feeble to fight in a real shootin war. And number two is that folks would notice me. Ya see, like I told you folks before, even though I travel light, I still got like 300 people and like five planes with me wherever I go. So I'm thinkin that it would be real hard for me to like, sneak up on some folks an whatnot. In other words, I'm not stealthy. I make to much noise.
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