Why Bo Sleeps With One Eye Open

Yesterday, Jim Treacher at The Daily Caller, the web site founded by Tucker Carlson, who has gone from wanting to be George Will (see old clips with bow tie and preppy glasses) to wanting to be Andrew Breitbart (see red meat on said web site), posted a story saying that we can’t be outraged about Mitt’s putting his Irish Setter Seamus on the roof of his station wagon for a 12-hour trip because President Obama admitted in his book Dreams From My Father that he actually ate dog while he was a child living in Indonesia.

And so that inevitably led to #ObamaDogRecipes, and Politico‘s pick of the top 11 tweets:

Beagles with cream cheese

Eggs rover easy

Great Danishes

Pugs in a Blanket

Pup Tarts

Obama’s Indonesian Cookbook:  Dreams of My Fido

Chicken Poodle Soup

Spaghetti and Mutt Balls

Santa’s little hamburger helper

When Obama asks for a DOGGY BAG he really means a bag with a dog in it

Garlic Mashed BOtatoes  MMMMM

To which I add Canned Spamiel and Cheese Labradoodles and encourage you to share yours.

The Double Standard on Religion

When it was revealed that Marco Rubio had been born a Catholic, but was a Mormon from about ages 8 to 13 when his family lived in Nevada, before going back to being a Catholic again in Florida, it was a one-day, who-cares story.

President Obama lived in Indonesia with his mother and stepfather for a shorter time than Rubio was a Mormon, but during some of those same childhood years.  Yet much is made of Obama’s time there and exposure to Islam, with all this talk about it being during his formative, impressionable years.

If it’s a nothing story about Rubio and Mormonism, why is it a big deal about Obama and Islam?  That question was directed at you, Fox News.  No one says Rubio is a “secret” Mormon.

As for Rubio being Mitt’s Veep, I don’t see it as a “two Mormon” problem, I see it as a “two slick guys” problem.  Both of them are slick and smarmy by themselves.  Put them together and the whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts, and you’ve got a presidential ticket oozing slickness.  You don’t want the two of them on a stage together.  Not a good vibe.