By treating us all, at a campaign stop in Altoona Pennsylvania, to his bowling prowess, Barack Obama has completely shattered the stereotype that black people are better at sports.
He got a 37. I could do better blind-folded, and I’ve only bowled twice in about twenty years. My eleven year old would destroy him, and I’m pretty sure my eight year old would beat his score as well.
To give you an idea how terrible 37 is, that’s less than two pins per ball. If he accidently hit the head pin once he would have done better than 37.
And they say Republicans are out of touch!
Sake Mike is 270 pounds; he got tuckered out walking three-quarters of a mile from his house to my shop the other day and he’d score better than thirty-seven even after polishing off a couple pitchers of Adolphus Busch’s best—all by himself!
How does a fit and trim man in his mid-forties become so uncoordinated he scores no better than 37 after 10 frames? After throwing ten or so gutter balls, didn’t he say to himself, “Maybe I ought to adjust to get this thing rolling down the middle?!”
I can’t imagine how he’s going to deal with a fit and muscular Vladimir Putin. Stalin thought Truman was a little piss ant; Putin will look at our scrawny bowler extraordinaire and just laugh.
The Dems favorite epithet for George W. Bush is “cowboy”, Barack Obama can only hope for such a dastardly sobriquet!
Does anyone wonder what this guy would do with a screwdriver and a hammer?
Being a good or decent bowler is certainly not an important prerequisite to becoming President of the United States, but for all the talk the Democrats brag about how they’re going to help the working man, it would give them a little bit of credibility if they could at least demonstrate a diminutive and mediocre skill in practical arts. Those kinds of skills lowly blue collar guys posses. The guys the Dems proclaim they will help with all their higher taxes and special programs.
Something tells me these guys will do fine if we just let them keep their hard-earned money.
Chevy Chase immortalized Gerald Ford, in Saturday Night Live skits, as a bumbling fool after the President tripped on a steep staircase from an airplane. The media quite happily promoted the bumbling stereotype for one of our most athletic Presidents. Ford was a star football player in college, and revered by his teammates for his indomitable will. Is the media going to show us over and over, how Barack Obama can’t bowl as well as a Down syndrome child possessed with effervescent exuberance?
Ronald Reagan, another “dumb” “cowboy”, shut down Walter Mondale’s quip that Reagan was too old instantly by challenging him to an arm wrestle. A word to the wise Mr. Obama, don’t repeat Mondale’s error on McCain. He ain’t Ronald Reagan, but I’m certain he’ll clean your clock!
I would love to invite Barack to my shop to help me load a mold into a press (prop up his ordinary man image and all). We wouldn’t even mess with the two thousand pounders; it would be quite enough entertainment to see this guy wrangle a little five hundred pound tool. I’d have to give close supervision though; otherwise he just might smash one of his delicate little fingers.
I’ve always known libs were all talk and no action, but watching the comical Obama bowling form, it makes Bill Clinton’s jogs to McDonald’s seem downright athletic.
Barack Obama is an elitist of the first order. Before he becomes President I want to see him change oil in a car and accomplish some other blue collar task while he and his wife make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and pontificate to supporters that they shouldn’t follow the middle class dream of getting a better life.
Common sense is an important and valuable quality any President of the United States ought to be able to demonstrate. Bowling a 37 doesn’t demonstrate any. Of course neither does taxing to death the most productive souls in society to make sure they don’t work anymore.
I’m willing to give Barack Obama one more chance, if he can beat Hillary Clinton in an arm wrestling match, I’ll vote for him.
I can’t wait to see this clown swing a bat.
Copyright 2008 Jim Pontillo
