Sorry, there is no other word for this petulant 8th grader in a $2,000 suit; besides, its usage was cleared by the MSM for use on national TV by laughing, card-carrying leftists.
Obama’s been getting away with this third-grade bird flipping for years; he does it intentionally, frequently and the worst of it is that he thinks he gets away with it because like substitute teachers, we’re all stupid.
And after study hall he laughs as he eats his cafeteria lunch; Michelle cuts the crust off his white bread.
He is going Capt. Queeg on us one day, and his handlers and puppet masters are getting nervous; he fills his schedule with meaningless junkets, fund raisers, vacations, weekends trips, golf outings because he’s in over his head, and nothing’s working (“because math is hard” as Barbie would say)… so he simply plays hookey.
Comparing them unfavorably to his grade-school kids who get their home work done early, Lil Barry demands members of Congress pull “all-nighters”; gosh, wonder where he got that analogy.
Easy… he’s not much emotionally or psycho-socially older than they are …. however old they may be.
What next…? Is he gonna take his ball and go home? Ask Michelle for his ring back?
I’m warming to this….
Remember in “The Twilight Zone classic “It’s a Good Life” in which Billy Mummy played Anthony Fremont a six-year-old about Obama’s age who has somehow gained complete power over the his pafrents and others in a house?
Anthony has eliminated electricity, automobiles, and television signals. He controls the weather and what supplies can be found in the grocery store. Anthony creates and destroys as he pleases, and controls when the residents can watch the TV and what they can watch on it.
He demands they listen to him constantly and attentively; insists they play his games.
He casts some into oblivion, tortures them, even kills as he rants, raves, indulges himself in complete power and the total absence of responsibility.
Damn… that Rod Serling, a WWII combat vet was a real and very, very smart man.
My friends… this boy gonna blow and there’s no one in his inner circle or his party with the courage to stop him.
From here on we are in deep, uncharted psychological territory.
“No comment here, no comment at all. We only wanted to introduce you to one of our very special citizens, little Anthony Fremont, age 6, who lives in a village called Peaksville in a place that used to be Ohio.
“And if by some strange chance you should run across him, you had best think only good thoughts.
“Anything less than that is handled at your own risk, because if you do meet Anthony you can be sure of one thing: you have entered the Twilight Zone.”