So the Justice Department secretly seized two months of phone records involving editors and reporters at the Associated Press, eh? Gary Pruitt, president and CEO of The Associated Press called the Justice Department’s actions “outrageous” and “disturbing”, and followed that with a “strongly worded letter” to Eric Holder.

The Mayor cried a tsunami of tears.

The AP, as well as every and all other MSM outlets have been carrying Obama’s water since day one. They never looked into Obama’s past, asking even the simplest questions like “why are your records sealed?” or, “how come there isn’t one student from your Harvard class that remembers you?”

But when it comes to the world of Joe the Plumber, look out world, I see a Pulitzer in my future.

Benghazi, the details of Obamacare, the illegal wars abroad, drone strikes, Fast & Furious, the billions of rounds of ammo purchased by the Department of Homeland Security, the authorized assassinations of US citizens, the Black Panther case, Obama’s appointment of commie Czar’s, bowing to the King of Saudi Arabia, Obama’s association with Tony Rezko, Bill Ayer’s and Bernadine Dohrn, and even something as simple as investigating Obama’s birth certificate; the media has been next to silent and even worse – has covered up for this piece of trash, yet now the media are “shocked” and “disturbed” by the actions of the Justice Department?

Good. The Mayor is glad they are shocked. Hopefully they will be shocked to death over this.

The media has been complicit in helping Obama turn the US into a commie trash heap from day one, and now they are upset that the king commie has turned on them. They shouldn’t be upset, they should dust the dirt from their knees, wipe the goo from their chins and open their eyes. What Obama and company has planned is going to get worse, the AP needs to wake the hell up.

The energy it takes to come up with a title like that would exhaust most men for the rest of the day. Fortunately though, The Mayor takes a men’s multi-vitamin daily, and now he is impervious to exhaustion. Anyway, Twinkies are back, but their lazy, creamy, gooey and soft filling has not been asked back to work:

The new owners of Twinkies snack cakes announced last week they will re-open four shuttered production plants in the coming months, but have no intention of doing business with the labor unions that have represented the workers at those bakeries for generations.

The management of the now defunct Hostess plants told the ex-union that if they couldn’t make major concessions then they would shut down all the plants. Union workers’ rolled the dice thinking management was bluffing, but in the end it turned out they weren’t. And now the ex-union members get to sit at home all day, watching Oprah and eating salty snack foods.

A vote of conscience is one thing, but a vote based on greed is another. The Mayor isn’t suggesting ex-union members voted to strike because of greed, but then again he’s pretty sure many of them did just that. And now they get a paycheque each week of nothing but zero’s. The union told them to vote against Hostess and the workers’ did just that. Even when it was obvious they were about to shutter the doors of the plant, the workers’ wouldn’t give in. And now they are unemployed, many will be living in cars, their families destitute, and their wives turning tricks for dented cans of ravioli.

However, The Mayor guarantees you one thing: the fat, stinky, lying bullshit artist union leaders will have found work elsewhere by now, they haven’t missed a beat. And their message at their new gig will be the same as the old gig: don’t let management mess you around, they are only bluffing.

Boy, looking at this picture of how folks lived way back when really makes you think, doesn’t it? The way they dressed, the way they looked, the way they acted and thought, it really gives one pause for consideration. They look so poor, so downtrodden, so helpless, yet they had each other and that’s really all that counts. The Mayor is telling you right now, those were hard times, they were the best and worst of times. But they made it, and so did we, and looking back now we can honestly say that 1987 will stick in our memory forever.

Oh right, there’s an Oriental lady bottom right.

Former Atlanta Public Schools Superintendent Dr. Beverly Hall arrived at the Fulton County Jail on Tuesday night to surrender to authorities on charges related to the cheating scandal.

Hall and 34 other educators were indicted on Friday, accused of cheating, conspiring to cheat, or concealing cheating on the 2009 CRCT test. The 90-page indictment accuses the former national superintendent of the year of operating a criminal enterprise, allegedly rewarding teachers who cheated, and punishing and even firing teachers who did not.

Those indicted in connection with the Atlanta Public Schools cheating scandal were ordered to turn themselves in by midnight on Tuesday.  By 3 p.m. on Wednesday, all 35 educators had turned themselves in.

Is r chillen learnin’?

This goes on all the time. It especially goes on in black area schools. It happens because the amount of cash given to schools is based on student performances. If students perform, schools get topped-up. If they don’t perform, they don’t get as much money. Black schools under-perform at ridiculous levels, so the only way for edumacators like Beverly Hall to keep the edumacation money spigot open is to lie, cheat and threaten.

It’s happening all across America and you should Google search something like “school scandals” or something similar. You’ll get 5 trillion results.

Why don’t you hear about this on the nightly msm? You tell The Mayor. Why don’t you?

The Big Book of Politically Correct Words® hasn’t been updated in a few…errrr, days, but courtesy of the Homebuilders of America, you no longer have to hear the disgusting phrase “master suite” anymore, as the word “master” has been successfully deleted from Real Estate agent lingo:

A survey of 10 major Washington, D.C.-area homebuilders found that six no longer use the term “master” in their floor plans to describe the largest bedroom in the house. They have replaced it with “owner’s suite” or “owner’s bedroom” or, in one case, “mastre bedroom.”

Why? In large part for exactly the reason you would think: “Master” has connotation problems, in gender (it skews toward male) and race (the slave-master).

Enter the owner’s suite.

Finally we will have peace in our time.

The only drawback The Mayor can think of is if the house the real estate agent is showing was once inhabited by descendants of slave owners, then the real estate agents are back to square one. To be safe, it’s probably wise they just refer to the biggest bedroom as that “giant-ass room, bigger than all the rest in the house.”

If you build it, they will bitch…

So, a gay guy and his boyfriend are walking through a suburb of Paris…

…was reportedly beaten for walking with arm in arm with his boyfriend Olivier early Sunday morning. Wilfred de Bruijn, a French resident, says he was assaulted while walking in Paris’ 19th arrondissement. He says he sustained several injuries, including a missing tooth, broken bones, and fractured pieces of bone in his skull. He posted a photo of his wounds on his Facebook page with the caption “Sorry to show you this. It’s the face of homophobia,” reports Al Jazeera.

The 19th arrondissement of Paris is mainly populated with Muslim and North African immigrant families and who live adjacent to Orthodox jews. The area is known for suffering high rates of crime fueled by “gang warfare,” and ethnically-charged clashes are commonplace.

The 19th arrondissement was also the location of some of the worst scenes of unrest during the city’s riots in 2005. Muslim extremists also attacked a gay club in Paris last year.

It is important to emphasize that most Muslims abhor violence and that those who resort to it are in the minority.

Yes, it’s the religion of peace, dontchaknow.

Not to seem unsympathetic, but The Mayor feels Wilfred might have been stirring up the hornets nest with his stroll down Lover’s Lane (now renamed “Allah Akbar, Die You Dirty Jew Sons of Pigs & Apes Avenue”). Living in Paris, you would have to know the good and bad side of town. The good side has very few people that tend to chop up queers like they’re cord wood, while the bad side beat up gay guys who hold hands and walk down their street on Sunday mornings.

Perhaps the gay victim and his lover might want to “reach out” to the Moslem community and try to talk them into some sort of diversity workshop. Or better yet, they may want to just kill themselves first so they don’t have to suffer a painful death as the Moslems rip their testicles out through their mouths.

Knowing that Moslems don’t tolerate homo’s, and then walking through a Moslem neighbourhood is a recipe for disaster. The Mayor remembers the actual ingredients for that recipe, and they are 1) Two gay guys + gang of Moslems – beaten slightly, whipped gently, pour onto sidewalk and kicked repeatedly. Sounds FABULOUS, pass the creme de menthe, you silly bitch.

Care to live longer than one minute from now? Stay out of Moslem neighbourhoods and mind your own business. Care to die right now? Walk through a Moslem neighbourhood and strut your thang.

***Hey, Spellcheck, the word neighbourhood DOES have an U, so eat me.

Yet one more reason why it’s never appropriate to wear rapper pants.

Via We The People

Last night, I watched the amateur home video of the shootout between Boston and Watertown police and the person referred to as “Suspect #1.”

I learned that there were something on the order of 200 shots fired during that firefight.

Think about that for just a moment.  It took a dozen or more cops, who are trained professionals, who practice on at least a weekly basis with their firearms, to fire 200 rounds before he finally died.

Yet our politicians (at least here in New York, and some in Washington — as well as other places, I’m sure) are saying that the most anyone needs to have to protect himself from armed intruders is seven rounds in the magazine.

The Saudi National who was the FBI’s initial “person of interest” in the Boston bombings (but isn’t “interesting” any more, is being deported next week:

“I just learned from my own sources that he is now going to be deported on national security grounds next Tuesday,” Emerson said.

So he’s not a “person of interest” in the Boston bombings, and he’s here on a student Visa, yet he’s being deported on NATIONAL SECURITY GROUNDS?

Huh?

Posted from her Obamaphone, no doubt.

Ex Vogue Australia Editor Kirstie Clements got fired from her job a while back after serving her magazine for the better part of 25 years, has come out with a book detailing among other things, the life of a supermodel. In her book, she tells of supermodels doing anything to stay thin, including eating tissue:

In her new book, Clements claims models still regularly starve themselves to stay super skinny and some resort to eating tissues to help them feel full. Clements quotes an unnamed Russian model who told her over lunch that her roommate was a fit model, “so she is in hospital on a drip a lot of the time.”

Someone needs to tell these tissue-eating models that they better not eat the one’s that have moisturizer in them, that stuff is fattening.

Most of the “revelations” The Mayor read about are nothing new. Imagine, models stretching the boundaries to stay thin? What next, used car salesmen don’t always tell the truth? The horrors! Story at 11.

What is most shocking is this Kirstie Clements unit coming out with a book detailing all the terrible things models go through, but only releasing the book AFTER she got shit-canned. What a hero! Sure, unit Kirstie knew about tissue-eating supermodels for 25 years and could have actually stood up and said something in those mere 9,127 days, but she decided to make a difference three decades after the fact.

The Mayor supposes unit Kirstie didn’t say anything at the time because she was so darn busy doing her editor thing – like ahhhh, editing and drinking the hell out of anything from a bottle that says 40 proof on it.

That’s okay though, better late than never. The Mayor isn’t actually turned off by tissue-eating models, as a matter of fact, he finds them rather sexy. Although, to be fair, when supermodels come over to The Manor every week and ask for a bite to eat, The Mayor always tells them to stay away from his tissues. His *special* bedside tissues, if you catch his drift.

Have some toilet paper instead, super-model malcontents. But stay away from the one’s already thrown in the crapper, there seems to be a weird taste to them, or so says my cats face when it eats and drinks from the porcelain God.

Bon appetite, bitches!

There’s still some good left in this world.