“Although George Michael had only got to second base, he’d gone in head first, like Pete Rose.”
I know I’m a few days late to acknowledging this picture but at this point and time in my life, I honestly care as much about this as I do for universal health care. In fact, both would be nice. I’ve seen that Obama-as-Superman grafitti all over the world, and now I want to see new episodes of Arrested Development (or a movie, yeah, sure, okay) playing in the waiting room of the hospital where I’m getting doctors to prescribe me antibiotics for all my many, many, many needs for free. Yes, please, and thank you.
Categories: Ass-slapping good time!, Doing It Right/Doing It Wrong, Film, General anomie., Net Fu, Politics, Sage advice/wisdom for the ages, Television, Winning Isn't Everything, cultural self-loathing
Arrested Development, Barack Obama, George Michael, George Michael Bluth, George Orwell, GOB, Michael Bluth, Michael Cera, Pete Rose, Ron Howard, Save Our Bluths, Socialism, Superman, Town hall meetings, Univeral health care
