And The Tooting Was Like Unto a Heavenly Elephant. Or Maybe A Trombone.

Okay, now it’s getting ridiculous.

Out came a Kleenex (or perhaps it was a hankie), and he wiped his nose.

The near-capacity audience at the Reunion Arena, which his campaign said totaled 17,000, broke out in a slightly awkward applause.

What were those dolts clapping at? Obama’s nose-blowing acumen? That he had hoped for a change in his nasal mucus and Lo! it appeared? Did they want him to fling the booger-filled rag into the crowd in the hopes that it might fall upon them and they be healed of their infirmities.

Maybe when he blew his nose, they heard choirs of angels singing Hosannas instead of the ungainly honking the rest of us make.

Help me out here. I’m at a loss.

(via memeorandum)

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