You know, I love technology. Except, of course, when I don't.
At the time of this writing, I am hastily banging out a post before my brother and I pile into the car and drive home to Athens from our mom's house in Columbus, Georgia. When I get home, there is about a 50/50 chance that I will be able to log on to the Internets from my DSL modem, which has suddenly decided that it has the work ethic of the GOP controlled Congress.
Perhaps there will be an Easter miracle when I get home and my modem will have risen from the dead.
However, no matter how clueless or technologically thwarted I may feel, I can always take some comfort that I'm not the danger to myself and others that our President is. From the Detroit News:
Plug it in, fire it up, Mr. President
The Detroit News
Credit Ford Motor Co. CEO Alan Mulally with saving the leader of the free world from self-immolation.
Because Psycho President Magoo just can't help but destroy everything he touches, no? I do want to thank you though, Mr. Mulally, for keeping him alive so we can impeach his Hague bound ass.
Mulally told journalists at the New York auto show that he intervened to prevent President Bush from plugging an electrical cord into the hydrogen tank of Ford's hydrogen-electric plug-in hybrid at the White House last week. Ford wanted to give the Commander-in-Chief an actual demonstration of the innovative vehicle, so the automaker arranged for an electrical outlet to be installed on the South Lawn and ran a charging cord to the hybrid. However, as Mulally followed Bush out to the car, he noticed someone had left the cord lying at the rear of the vehicle, near the fuel tank.
Uh oh. Wasn't anyone briefed on this? Didn't they mention this to that special branch of the Secret Service who are in charge of keeping 100 yards between the Toddler in Chief, forks and knives, and any light socket? Not to mention the woman who cuts and chews his food for him? Surely they didn't allow him around something as dangerous as a tank full of hydrogen without a minder? Holy Hindenburgs, Batman!
"I just thought, 'Oh my goodness!' So, I started walking faster, and the President walked faster and he got to the cord before I did. I violated all the protocols. I touched the President.
Good lord! You TOUCHED the PRESIDENT without his permission?! Oh! The humanity!
I grabbed his arm and I moved him up to the front," Mulally said. "I wanted the president to make sure he plugged into the electricity, not into the hydrogen This is all off the record, right?"
Oh, don't worry, Mr. Mulally. We won't tell a soul that our Preznint nearly blew up himself, a hybrid car, and everyone in the Rose Garden.
Good thing there weren't any pretzels lurking in the area. We could have had a real Incident.