Thursday, April 19, 2012
You Want Mustard on That Dog, Mr. President?
My eldest daughter was disheartened at trivia last night to learn that there is a war (more like a kerfuffle) over dog treatment currently in the presidential election process. I pointed out that no one would be talking about Obama eating dog in Indonesia when he was 10 if his minions weren't constantly bringing up Romney's putting the family dog on the roof of the family car in a travel cage with a jerry rigged windshield nearly three decades ago. However, sticking to my talking point (which I find quite amusing), I pointed out that putting a dog on the roof of the car was less bad than eating a dog (at least from the dog's point of view). After some pointless rambling about cultural relativism (which I ended by asking if throwing acid in women's faces in Afghanistan was an example of OK behavior for the Afghani culture?) we dropped the subject.
Here's my entry in the Obama ate dog joke contest (h/t Dale):
Someone asked Obama if he knew of a good restaurant in DC and he answered, yeah, I know a place that serves great chow.
Suck it up, minions; you've lost big on this one. I'm laughing at you and your candidate. So are millions; that can't be good for November numbers.
These are two completely separate incidents that happen to be connected by the fact that there's a dog involved. They're also both equally vapid and pointless, regardless of which "side" is harping on them.