This is just hilarious, as long as you’re not a bank-robbing hostage-taking dopehead who wants a motorcycle for a getaway, covered by live teevee:

Let off the brake a little late there, eh, Sergio? Go ahead and take the rest of the night off…we’ll handle the paperwork for you.

More from Ace…

Snake vs. rabbit:

Click if only just for the laughing yokel, whom I sound just like, except with more twang.

Via Ace…

Didn’t we hear about how horrific and undemocatic and disengaged this kind of thing was for the last eight years?

All traveling campaigns have a bubble-like quality, but Obama seems unusually insulated. One moment of absurdity came Tuesday, when reporters on the press bus were asked to dial into a conference call in which Obama announced a congressman’s endorsement—even though the candidate was nearby and just as easily could have delivered the news in person to the bus captives. Obama answered a few questions, but reporters are generally placed on mute after they speak so there can be no follow-up. (Clinton held a news conference the same morning.)

That afternoon, as the candidate was working his way through a raucous crowd at Linder University in Greenwood, New York Times reporter Jeff Zeleny shouted a question about whether Obama was allowing Bill Clinton to get inside his head.
“Don’t try a cheap stunt like that. You’re better than that,” Obama told him with a smile. He finally suggested that “the other side must be rattled if they’re continually saying false things about us,” before walking away. What creates such awkwardness are long days when reporters have only seconds to bellow a question.

When Obama decided to do a round of interviews on the next day’s morning shows, not only did the campaign fail to notify the traveling correspondents the evening before, but a press aide insisted when asked about the rumor that he knew of no such plans.

It’s going to be fun watching Our Progressive Betters (OPBs, from here on out) try to decide whether it’s easier to spin themselves into a tighter wad of panties about press-room manipulation, or unwind into a fluttering of cheap Changehope-brand of the same old Chi-town party-machine politics. My guess is tighter, since they’re poli-geeks of the highest order, and wholly invested in Obamessiah.

And no, if you’re wondering, I couldn’t care less about snubbed reporters. They built this dude, the Tan Man, up into a saviour, and millions have bought it. They all get what they get, no more & no less.

The Danes used this picture:

The whole story:

Dumbass wanders around, plants himself on the front steps, yaks away on a cell-phone. Memaw watches a while, and when he doesn’t leave, goes out the garage door to keep a closer eye on him. With Sam Colt’s equalizer, of course. I would hope my dear mother would do the same. I know I probably would be a bit uptight if some dipstick I’d never seen before wandered onto my porch and stood there squawking away in a foreign language, and I’ve probably got 20 years on Memaw.

Classic bit of Euro-pussy whimpering, too:

“I will show the photos to my wife and children,” Svensson told me. “They thought I was on a safe trip.”

He’s probably safer in that lady’s front yard than anywhere else he’s been in America. She’da probably made him a glass of tea if he hadn’t been so frightened.

Via Ravenwood…

Good ol’ CNN - “near President Bush’s ranch.” I guess they mean “near” as in, in the same county. I doubt this guy wandered 100 acres away to the nearest ranchette subdivision. I bet those Crawford people are tired of these shmucks, too, no matter how much money they’re making.