The Idiossey

From Iowahawk:

Speak to me, O Muse, of this resourceful man

who strides so boldly upon the golden shrine at Invescos,

Between Ionic plywood columns, to the kleig light altar.

Fair Obamacles, favored of the gods, ascends to Olympus

Amidst lusty tributes and the strumming lyres of Media;

Their mounted skyboxes echo with the singing of his name

While Olbermos and Mattheus in their greasy togas wrassle

For first honor of basking in their hero’s reflected glory.

Who is this man, so bronzed in countenance,

So skilled of TelePropter, clean and articulate

whose ears like a stately urn’s protrude?

So now, daughter of Zeus, tell us his story.

And just the Cliff Notes if you don’t mind,

We don’t have all day.

Read the whole thing.

Nothing like a self-absorbed liberal Democrat when one is looking for something to make fun of…