Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Barack Obama once again showing us how it's done.

Look at that.

No sex scandals, no paid off porn stars, no publicly fighting over child custody.

Just love, pure and simple.

And it is a love which is clearly reciprocated.
Altogether now, "Awww!"

Not only was this a great President, but this is a great love story. 


I think that the next book Barack Obama should write is one about how to keep your marriage strong.

Barack and Michelle at their first and last state dinners.

Because clearly he knows the secret.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Barack and Michelle Obama's tweeted Valentine's Day messages to each other will end your day on just the right note.

At almost the exact same time the former First Lady tweeted this.
You know I do not typically get jealous of other people, but these two......well damn who wouldn't want to have a love affair like this?

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Bristol has some tips for celebrating Valentine's Day alone. No, really! (Well not REALLY really.)


The reason of course that this is not REALLY real, is because both this Facebook post, and the blog post it links to, are written not by Bristol Palin, but by Nancy French.

And of course French's post is liberally borrowed from other sources as well, however this seemed to be an original thought of her own:  

Take a break from social media. 

The more you compare your life to others, the worse it is. Here’s the truth that you already know: people only post the most heavily filtered version of their lives online. (You know it, because you do that too!) So, don’t compare your real life to the edited version of your friends… especially on Valentine’s Day when people are hell-bent on posting their MOST ROMANTIC DAY EVER. 

Please. 

Take a step away from your phone, know you are loved, that you aren’t alone, and that February 15th is coming.

Which kind of begs the question, is this written as a message to others from Bristol Palin, or as a message from her deeply concerned ghostwriter TO Bristol Palin?

One can only imagine the kind of hell Barstool must be going thought right now, with two custody fights weighing her down, and a newborn cockblocking her next romantic groin grinding in the bed of some guy's pickup truck.

I'm not saying that it is not a hell that she richly deserves, I'm just pointing out its existence. 

Happy Valentine's Day courtesy of the currently incarcerated Oregon standoff protesters.


And of course let's not forget the guy who started the whole thing.

Yep, nothing says I love you quite as much as getting yourself arrested while under the mistaken impression that you are protecting the rights of people who do not even know that you exist.

Gee, I wonder if these folks have met any new valentines since they entered the penal system?

(Source.)

Monday, February 15, 2010

Producer for Fox Sunday Prime Time delivers Valentine's day smackdown to Sarah Palin!

Hi Sarah!

I thought I really ought to by send you a Valentine's Day greeting today, because I fear that next year you will be forgotten by all but your most rabid and demented fans. The more we learn about you, the less impressed (and more shocked and often nauseated) we are, the more we harden our suspicion that you really ARE an empty vessel, a vacuous, amoral small-town grifter with an eye for nothing beyond the main chance, the next pay-day and the next photo-op. Sunlight, they say, is the best disinfectant, and they're not wrong. But for you, the one most sorely in need of disinfecting, sunlight has the same effect it does on vampires. It eats away at you little by little, rotting you until nothing is left. The next time I address you it won't be in the form of a Valentine's Day greeting - it'll be an anti-panegyric preached over the coffin of your political ambitions.

I will miss you when you're gone. Your entertainment-value quotient is off the charts, especially for "over educated", cultural-elitist snobs like me. There's the maddening little sing-song delivery of your speeches, with those weird, unmotivated upticks and misplaced emphases that suggest you are literally reading "your own words" for the very first time. For anyone who appreciates real oratorical skills, like those of Churchill, MLK or Pliny the Elder (you can google all these names, sweetie), it's like having knitting-needles kicked into one's ears over and over again. There's your matchless ability to grind grammar and syntax into a non-intelligible word-pulp containing the odd sharp, indigestible fragment of John Birch ("Bomb Iran!") or Jesus-Freak ("More Divine Intervention!") insanity, the frequent cheap slurs against your political enemies - who, I can't help noticing, are sprouting up even in the madder precincts at your own end of the political spectrum - and the usual genuflections towards Boy Jesus and Saint Ronnie (who I bet wouldn't touch your ass with a forty-foot pole). And then there's your sorry history of climbing towards the top over the corpses of the people who helped get you into office in the first place. It's like a pathology you can't seem to conquer. I don't think there's a step you've taken on your long (albeit short) march to infamy that hasn't featured the wholesale betrayal of the most recent tier of your erstwhile political mentors - the corpses of the disgruntled and thrown-over now surely make up a substantial percentage of the Alaskan electorate. No wonder you quit your job.


It looks like this is on the up and up. And it is wonderful!

Just click the title to go over to Huffington Post and read the entire thing. Well worth the visit.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!

Today is the day to tell that certain someone that they fill your heart with joy and you could not imagine your life without them.

Hopefully you did not just give your partner some lame store bought card and a box of candy and figure you were off the hook. And if you did you understand nothing about romance or love.

Instead you should take them in your arms, look deeply into their eyes and tell them that you can see your future in their eyes. Take their hand place it on your heart and tell them it beats just for them, and that every breath you take is simply so you can spend one more moment in a world made perfect by their presence.

Remember that love is a gift which needs no wrapping nor ribbon to give it beauty, and if presented by one you adore it simply cannot be matched by even the most exquisite gems or expensive baubles.

So hold the one you love close today, for sadly love can be fleeting and it leaves such terrible scars.

I think I will spend today listening to my favorite sad song about love and watching my favorite movie about love.

Namaste my friends.