Greetings everyone, and welcome to another edition of the news you wish were the news every single day of the year.
I have to admit that 2010 has kind of a dark theme to some of the funniest events, especially concerning President Obama and his personal plague of vermin.
I mean, come on. Have we ever seen a commander in chief with such a magnetic attraction for flies, bees and rats?
White House buzz
Let's start with the fly that just couldn't seem to get enough of Mr. Obama. During a speech by the president June 22, this single insect found Obama's words so enthralling, it just had to become one with the face of "the One."
In fact, despite the president's best efforts to shoo the fly away, the pest made a succesful landing on Obama's face, prompting many websites to dub him "Lord of the Flies."
President Obama's official 2010 portrait: "Come fly with me."
Radio and TV host Glenn Beck remarked: "Does he have nerve endings in his face? Seriously, have you ever had a fly walk across your face and you left it there?"
Now that we know Obama's not a no-fly zone, it's also strange to recall how a swarm of bees delayed his important court business on a basketball court.
According to the Hill, a swarm of "thousands of bees" gathered outside the White House in May. The small army of insects hovered as Obama tried to leave 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to shoot hoop at Fort McNair. And by the time the president returned at noon, the bees were mysteriously nowhere in sight.
Just days later, some sort of rodent scurried in front of the president as he was delivering a speech on the steps of the White House.
There's so many times we've crashed and burned, Seems like the colonel would finally learn Our Russian jets don't make good submarines. We fly out to protect our nation, And use seat bottoms for floatation. The water's warm, and we're good swimmers too. So kiss me and smile for me, Call my folks in Tripoli, Tell them that Khadafi made me go. I'm a Libyan on a jet plane, Don't know if I'll be back again. Muammar, I hate to go. Aircraft carrier J.F.K. Come to blow our chemical plant away, But we keep telling them it's just pharmaceutical. So kiss me and smile for me, Call my folks in Tripoli, Tell them that Khadafi made me go. I'm a Libyan on a jet plane, Don't know if I'll be back again. Muammar, I hate to go. Now the time has come to leave you, One more time let me kiss you, Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way. Dream about the days to come, When I won't need my mobile phone, Hope it doesn't blow you're face away. So miss me and pray for me, Bow down to the East for me, Kneel and gently kiss my butt goodbye. I'm a Libyan on a jet plane, Don't know if I'll be back again. Muammar, I hate to go. A Libyan on a jet plane, Don't know if I'll be back again.
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