Disappointing bowling day

No, I wasn't engaging in the ten-pin type of bowling.

The big doin's in this little corner of heaven centered on the Champs Sports Bowl, formerly known the Tangerine Bowl.

It's usually a real yawner. The lone exception in my rusty recollection was a couple of years ago when Texas Tech thrashed Clemson.

This year, I was hoping the Wisconsin Badgers would do the same to that unmentionable former all-girls school in our state capitol.

That didn't happen, and I didn't stick around to see the end. All the limp-wristed karate chopping was making me ill . . .

Michelle Obama is walking a fine line.

A fine line between cheeky and saracastic, that is.

For quite some time now, I have found her speeches on the campaign trail to be as annoying as nails on a chalk board. And, not just because I vehemently disagree with her socialist tendancies. The real problem I have with her is her smarmy speaking style. She punctuates her sentencies with absurd facial expressions, and the sort of dismissive "ughs" typical of a 13-year old who is disgusted by having to explain something to their parents.

Well, it has finally caught up with her.

In case you missed every major news outlet today, the wife of the Democratic frontrunner Barack Hussein Obama stepped in big doo-doo in an appearance up in Wisconsin on Presidents Day.

Her speech was typically Obama-esque, heavy on platitudes about hope and change but light on any real substance.

However, there was one line that ruffled a LOT of feathers: "For the first time in my adult lifetime, I am really proud of my country."

It is simply outrageous that someone who has lived in this country for 44 years and benefited greatly as a result of her citizenship cannot recall another single moment in time when she was proud to be an American. Perhaps, she should take time away from "speechifying" and crack a history book or two to catch up with the rest of us . . .

Mrs. Obama went on to give just two reasons for her newly-discovered pride in the USA:
(1) Her husband is doing well.
(2) People are hungry for change.

Wow. Stunning. Two reasons.

I suppose it shouldn't come as too much of a surprise. The power couple from the south side of Chicago have consistently shown themselves to be less than patriotic. Remember when Barack Hussein Obama refused to wear a red, white, and blue lapel pin like everyone else in the U.S. Senate, dismissing them as "a substitute for true patriotism." Remember, too, when he alone stood out among the field of Democratic candidates attending Tom Harkin's annual steak fry out in Iowa last year, because he failed to put his hand over his heart during a rendition of the "Star Spangled Banner."

The more we learn about the Obamas, the more self-centered and ignorant they appear. And, I don't use those words lightly.

Woe unto this country if either one of them takes up residence in the White House.

Super Tuesday Song Dedications

To Mitt Romney: "West Virginia Mountain Mama," by John Denver. And, if you'd like a little cheese with that whine, we'll see what we can do for you in that other W state of Wisconsin . . .

To John McCain: "Georgia on My Mind," by Ray Charles. Close, but no cigar.

To Wolf Blitzer: "Tennessee River," by Alabama. Aren't you glad you didn't call one state before all the precincts came in?!

To all the prognosticators (especially Gloria Borger) who said there was no other alternative for conservative Republicans: "Sweet Home Alabama." I'll let them choose their own cheesy cover band.

To Hillary: The N'Sync song of your choice, since you look like Lance Bass in drag.

And, as the results tonight looked so good for Mike Huckabee, I'd also like to send this one out to all my Cajun friends who will be voting this weekend: "Louisiana Saturday Night!"

Get down your fiddle, and take down your bow, y'all!