First, Gregg likely said yes because he saw the flash, the smoke and mirrors and the truly meteoric rise to power of this administration and thought to himself “well, I AM a politician, this IS an historic time, what the hell” Then got to the bottom of what Obama wanted to do, or more likely, Obama laid out some things for Gregg that we haven’t even heard yet, and he had second thoughts. Either way, the breakup is best BEFORE the marriage. Move on.
Why don’t you all just go ahead and call him Zero. You know you want to. You’re already marked as freepers/freeper types. Might as well just have it out in the open.
Gregg sought out this post. HE asked President Obama to consider him for the appointment!
Of course now he’s denying it like the weasle-ass piece of shit that he is. But throughout the entire process until he backed out like a coward, he never tried to “correct the record” as it were. Then it was ok that everyone had the impression that he was actually, you know, interested in the job enough to pursue it. But now, not so much. Prick.
Actually, that’s not true. I can’t find a cite because I read it in Barbara Bush’s memoir, but she said that the family never called him W at all, they called him Junior.
I acquiesce to your superior knowledge about the former president and his family. You may substitute “his country” for “his family” if you wish. He even appears on Wikipedia’s “W” disambiguation page.
Well, if Wikipedia says that’s his nickname, then it must be true! Just thought you might want to get your facts straight. I don’t dispute that everyone else uses the W to differentiate himself from his father, for perfectly innocent reasons.
Not to mention the fact that W. had a penchant for giving people nicknames. He even called visitors to “Prairie Chapel Ranch”, his exclusive western-themed Presidential vacation retreat in Crawford, Texas, “Dubya Ranch Hands.” Nicknames were not insults in his world, let alone that one.
This hijack is fucking retarded. Can we stop it now, please?
Ah, you misunderstood. See, I can definite hook you up with primo retardation. Its just that Shayna et. al aren’t looking for ‘primo’. See, if retardation where wine, Shayna would be sipping Thunderbird.