So, according to the Irish Examiner, John Cleese has hinted that he may offer his services as a speech-writer to Barrack Obama should Obama get the Democratic nomination.
Oh good grief.
Hilary Clinton has no option now but to go after Eric Idle to counteract the gag-meistery of Cleese. I’m looking forward to her speech to the Democratic Convention where she reminds delegates that Obama “Isn’t the Messiah, he’s a very naughty boy!” and other choice quotes from The Life of Brian.
I can hear Obama now: “We are the party who say Ni!”, “The Republican’s might say we’re down, but….’tis but a scratch!”, and, of course, when he’s fed up debating with McCain: “I don’t wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!â€
This could go on a while…
Of the current administration: “Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I’m being repressed!”
I’m pretty sure Obama already said this of Hilary: “Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government!”
I think I’ve killed the joke now by going on too much. The joke is no more. It has ceased to be. It’s expired and gone to meet its maker. It’s a stiff, bereft of life, it rests in peace. It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-joke!
Yeah, that was kind of the direction I was nodding in.
Apparently John McCain’s father spoke to him entirely in French to avoid having a real conversation.. Well actually no, that’s totally made up just to stop John feeling left out.