Yer out!
Makes as much sense as anything else these days:
Either the Red Sox win this afternoon at Fenway or they go home for the winter. There’s only one man who can absolutely guarantee this must-win game.
Now pitching for the Red Sox: Barack Hussein Nobel Obama, the southpaw who wants to get both of his paws on your wallet.
So what if he’s 48 and has never played the game? He’ll get the “W” – that’s the lesson of this Nobel Peace Prize nonsense. He can throw the ball in the dirt in front of home plate – strike one! He can toss it over the catcher’s head – strike two! He can roll it to the plate like he’s back in that Pennsylvania bowling alley – Yer out!
It’ll be a perfect perfect game: 81 pitches, 81 strikes, at least if the home-plate umpire knows what’s good for him, if he doesn’t want to be called a…well, you know what Barack’s Kool-Aid-swilling cheerleaders call anybody who dares say the emperor has no clothes.
Maybe the best line to come out of this hilarious Nobel farce yet:
Barack is a guy who was born on third base and thinks he hit a triple.
(Via Crittenden)
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