On Presidents and piccolo players...

The wheels seem to be coming off the Obama bus and we may soon see a President spend the majority of his time in office accomplishing no more than a record number of solitaire games (all lost).

I'll be labeled racist for it, but IMHO B.O. is only proving the problems with affirmative action on a national scale. He was elected in large part because of his skin color, period. Even a liberal icon like Geraldine Ferraro said as much during his campaign (for which she was quickly bound and cast into the outer darkness), so how much plainer does it get?

But I'm not posting about race relations, just about how this Chief Executive is reminding me of an old joke.

It seems a backwoods church had lost their organist. Sunday was coming up fast and being in a bind they hired a piccolo player, thinking that any music was better than none.

Sunday came and the service began. The piccolo player started and MAN, HE WAS HORRIBLE!!

The congregation endured the sounds for about five minutes before a voice in the middle shouted, "The piccolo player is a mother******!"

The pastor immediately called a halt to the proceedings and addressing the congregation said, "Now folks, I know our new musician here isn't quite what we're used to and I can understand a bit of distaste for his work. But that's no reason for that sort of language in the house of the Lord. Now I want to have an apology and so the man that called the piccolo player a mother****** stand up."

Complete silence and nobody moves.

"Alright then, if it's gonna be like this then let the man sitting next to the man that called the piccolo player a mother****** stand up."

Once again, you could hear a pin drop and nobody moved.

"Now I can't be having this behavior in God's house and neither should you! So the man sitting next to the man sitting next to the man that called the piccolo player a mother****** stand up!"

In the back a wizened old geezer stands, clearing his throat he says, "Reverend, I ain't the man that called the piccolo player a mother******, and I ain't the man sitting next to the man that called the piccolo player a mother******, nor am I the man sitting next to the man sitting next to the man that called the piccolo player a mother******."

But Reverend, I just want to know one thing. Who called that mother****** a piccolo player?"

Lately I wonder more and more, "Just who called that mother****** a President?"