Monday, December 15, 2008

From Nikki in Venice


From Nikki
Venice, Italy

From Peter in Perth


MSNBC covers the shoe throwing incident

Hey this guy's a fair throw. And the Prez is quick. Completely unfazed by the sandal shaped projectiles even waving the security dude away at the end.



This coverage from Fox is a bit sarcy. What were they thinking?

Why throw shoes at the Prez

Inspired by an Iraqi journalist who just yeasterday took off his size nines and ditched them at George Dubya, this blog is your opportunity to do the same. Metaphorically speaking of course.

Clearly the journo was pissed. He called GWB a dog and was dragged off kicking and screaming. The bizarre thing is that later in the day the Prez stated that he had no idea what the guy was upset about. I mean WTF? No idea? Seriously? What planet is the guy on? Does he not realise he's in charge of a rather unpopular war?

Anyway I thought, hmmm, I'll bet there's a million people who would love to do what the journo did.Take off the sandals and fling 'em at the commander-in-chief-of-the-world. But we all know that doing that sort of shit will get you arrested.

So instead of literally throwing shoes why not send them? If 1 000 000 people each sent a pair of shoes to the Big Kahoona I reckon there's a chance he'll get the message. Especially if each pair includes a message that states in simple, easy to understand language why he's getting a pair of boots tossed his way.

But before you send your boots to the Bush, be sure to take a photo of them, and of your message to his majesty. Email it to me at peterfletcher38 AT hotmail DOT com and I'll load it up here as a post and send you back the link. Don't worry, I'm not a spammer so your email address won't be used for any other purpose than this. If you've got a blog send me the link. I'll include that with the pics.

And for the lazy arses in our midst just take a photo of your foot protectors and email it, along with a message to George Dubya and I'll post it to this blog. I really don't care how the shoe-ducker gets the message so long as he does. And try to get it to me before King Barrack arrives. He won't give a rats once he lives the big office.

If GB II gets 1 000 000 pair of quality runners before the removal van backs up he just might get the message.

Don't forget. Small words. Keep it simple. Pictures work best. Remember your audience.

Here's the address to send your clod hoppers.
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20500
Now I don't want to get anyone in the shit here so I won't publish anything that threatens the big fella or that's illegal. Remember he's got some scary dudes working for him. And they still like him even if you don't. So say your piece and have some fun. He'll get the idea.