Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Super Bowl. Show all posts

Thursday, February 10, 2011

48 Cringe-Worthy Examples Of What Not To Do When Interviewing The President Of The United States


As you already know (hell, I told you yesterday, for chrissake!), fearless Fox News reporter of truth and resident philosopher of the moon, tides, and all wonders of the vast cosmos, Papa Bear Bill O'Reilly, conducted a much anticipated, super hyped Super Bowl interview with sitting President of the United States, Barack Obama.

Only it was less an "interview" and more 15 minutes of Bill O'Reilly smirking and shrieking wildly, while oh-so-nicely, occasionally letting President Obama maybe get a word or two in every few seconds, before promptly interrupting him, as is proper etiquette for anyone interviewing THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.

Manners people!

Good thing the non-Fox News liberal media elites over at Wonkette took it upon themselves to count up all 48, yes FORTY-EIGHT times, Bill O'Reilly annoyingly interrupted the man, and then mash it all together in one delightfully fun video for your viewing pleasure:


Ugh, can you believe the nerve of that God-awful NObama!? Interrupting Bill's interruptions once or twice in a desperate attempt to squeeze a word in, or maybe just ask the man how da moon gotted dere in da sky, as if he were a Very Important Person or something.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, LET BILL SPEAK, YOU JERK!

Finally, a lesson in how real journalists do interviews. Loudly, brusquely, and with all the class & grace of Kanye West crashing an awards show.

"Yo B-Rock, I'm really happy for you, I'ma let you finish, but Ronald Reagan is one of the greatest, most unbelievable presidents of all time. One of the greatest presidents of all time!"

Huh, what's that you say? You can't hear me!?

FUCK IT!!! WE'LL INTERRUPT HIM LIVE THEN!!!!

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Party At The White House!



While you're busy spending Super Bowl Sunday stuffing chips, dip, and as many wings as you can possibly fit into your mouth, President Barack Obama will be hosting his own arugula-eating football party at the White House, complete with an exclusive guest list that does not include shlubs like you and me.

It does, however, include a nice mix of Democrats and Republicans, with the obligatory representation from both Arizona and Pennsylvania. Minus John McCain of course, who regrettably didn't make the final cut. Maybe next year, Johnny!

It is no secret that in the absence of his first love the Chicago Bears, President Obama will be rooting for the Pittsburgh Steelers to win the Super Bowl. Again.

The Steelers' owner gave a lot of money to his campaign and head coach Mike Tomlin was one of his earliest supporters. Besides, what the hell has Arizona done for him anyway, other than not vote for him?

On second thought, they did lend him that nice old man to run against and that turned out pretty well, I'd say.


White House Turns Black And Gold

Friday, January 30, 2009

PETA's Failed Foray Into Sex Industry


Why PETA's New Commercial Makes Me Want To Shove Double-Bacon Cheeseburgers In My Mouth And Stomp Freshly Planted Flowers

It is official. The animal-crusaders over at PETA will not stop until they are the uncontested winners of the world's most irritating organization prize. It is the only explanation for the new veggie porn they tried to pass as legitimate Super Bowl commercial.

Need I remind you of a certain '04 halftime peep show that left the entire nation in Janet Jackson nipple-scarred trauma? Well that was for a nipple. Not even a whole one.

So, tell me PETA, what are the chances a bunch of lingerie models having hot, steamy sex with broccoli, pumpkins, and other assorted vegetables would ever be allowed to air on the highest watched night in television? Or actually make being vegetarian appealing?

Tofu meatballs are never going to be cool, no matter how many legumes you screw.