Is There a Lemon Law for Presidents?

Bueller? Bueller? Where are this man’s handlers? At the Apple store?

Two things I wish: 1. That somewhere in the bowels of the Constitution, there is a lemon law for Presidents. “Please, sir, I want to return this, this…thing. According to the warranty under section 53, paragraph 1, part B, I have 90 days to return for a full refund if I am not at least 5% satisfied. I’m not. It malfunctions daily.” 2. That if President Bush accidentally packed the Official White House Book of Rules, Etiquette and Protocol when he was leaving, would he please return it. Otherwise, we’ll just have to assume that the Obamas threw it out when they started bringing in the black velvet paintings of Rev. Wright.

Clariiiiice at American Thinker reminds the Clueless-in-Chief of American Citizen Rule #1:

Americans do not bow to foreign monarchs because that act signified the monarch’s power over his subjects.

Gary Graham has a good idea.

Like Elizabeth, I continue to grapple with the “Is he a closet Muslim?” question. So far, almost everything he said during the pre-election campaign has turned out to be one kind or another of “misspeak” that is corrected and recorrected in the post-election campaign. Today’s actions lead further down one path.

Is Barack Obama secretly a Muslim or – if not a Muslim – somehow beholden to Muslim interests? I don’t know. Still can’t say. But it’s a fair question, now. And I keep remembering this quote from a writer in the NY Daily News, which is hardly a conservative bastion:

During the campaign, a fellow journalist confided that “I know Obama is a Manchurian candidate, I just can’t figure out what for.” I laughed then, but no more.

As Obama embarrasses America abroad, can we hope the lap-dog media at home will wake up and howl over this like they howled over Bush when he met the same Saudi King? Michelle:

…I hope all the lefties who tore into Bush over his Saudi prostration will express equal disgust with President HopeAndChange’s literal bowing and scraping to King Abdullah.

Or will they continue to swoon? He’s so hip, so dreamy, he twitters his day away and then heads courtside. But don’t think for a minute he’s not keeping score. At the buzzer – He wins, we lose.

Update: Welcome WizBang, Frugal Cafe and Amboy Times readers! Pull up a chair and set awhile. While you’re here, take my little poll and enjoy some hot crab dip!

A Dip That Doesn’t Drip

On Thursday, we turn our thoughts to food. Glorious food. Those who have met me in person (CPAC! Yeah!) know I’m not some twig-like wraith. In fact, I entered the Mrs. Chins Beauty Pageant and Chili Cookoff just a few weeks ago. With a giant storm just over the Alabama line and barreling our way, we turn our thoughts to warm, comfort food. Stuff that will sustain us when the roof blows off.

Some years ago, Obi’s dear wife and my dear sister-in-law had a short-lived but enlightening entry-level job with Natalie Dupree. Those who have lived in Atlanta for a long, long time, will remember Ms. Dupree from the Rich’s School of Cooking and her own ill-fated cooking show on GPB. I say ill-fated, because every week’s episode produced some type of epicurean disaster and a big mess in the studio kitchen. Her tag line was always, “Well, yours will look better than this…”

The one good thing to come from her stint in that wreckage was a recipe that SIL refined and made her own. So much so, it is a stable of family gatherings.

Hot Crab Dip

1 8 oz. package cream cheese, softened
1 Tablespoon milk
6 1/2 oz. crab meat, drained
2 Tablespoons finely chopped onion
1/2 teaspoon horseradish
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
1/3 cup sliced almonds

Mix all ingredients except almonds and turn into a lovely ovenproof crock. Top with almonds. Bake at 375 F. for 15 minutes or until golden and bubbly. Enjoy with crackers, toast or just a big spoon because it doesn’t drip.

Oh, about that drip… Stacy will tell you all about it him.

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