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Oversaturation

Sunday, Jan. 18, 2009 - 8:13 a.m.

John's long pajama-clad birthday weekend continues apace.

We finally gave up on most television, especially the news channels, and opted to start watching The Scarecrow Of Romney Marsh on DVD last night.

Yes, it's nice to see more and more coverage about the pilot, who is scheduled to finally give his first interview tomorrow, Monday, and I'm eager to know as much about the guy as possible, and I'm glad the people who were aboard are recuperating and have a hundred stories to tell and everybody's going to live happily ever after, tra la, tra la.

But as for Washington DC? One word -- OVERSATURATION.

Excuse me, I *know* this is probably the most historic occasion I'll see in my lifetime, and I'm aware of the significance of what's going down on Tuesday.

But the inauguration doesn't take place until then.

There's only a finite amount of times that we can go and look at the pretty scaffolding and rows of porta-potties the folding chairs and the bunting.

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However, if you can't get enough of Number 44, aka AstrObama, here's a funny. The iconic Obama poster? The reddish and bluish one?

It's been parodied to pieces. If you go to Google Images with the phrase "Obama Poster", you are in for a real treat.

For some reason, this one is my favorite.

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And yes, the President-Elect does smoke. I wish he didn't, but as long as he never smokes in my home, it's basically none of my business.

However, it's not like there's not a historical precedent.

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Okay, that's it. Have a good Sunday.

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