Obama, Inventor Of The Fist Pound

I shall now direct you to the greatest blog post ever, on the American Thinker website. It’s titled “Needed: anti-Obi gestures.”

Here’s how it opens:

Today at tennis, after I made a hard point, my partner offered the Obama fist bump.

“I don’t do that,” I said, and I gave her a stern look. It’s not the first time I’ve run into Obamabots on the courts; the game attracts argumentative, competitive types (of which I may be one). I didn’t stop and lecture the O’Bot, because Wasting Indoor Court Time is a Sin. I just high-fived her with my racquet, and went on playing.

Here are my thoughts, in no particular order, after reading just the first two grafs.

• She really does think Barack Obama invented the fist pound. Look, here’s a jokey (I think) AlterNet article predicting this from June. If you haven’t seen it, be sure to watch this local news clip about the Obama fist pound, also.
• No one, anywhere, ever, is going to perceive someone’s refusal to fist bump as a sign that this person does not like Barack Obama.
• Are Obama supporters known to be argumentative, competitive types? I thought, since they’re robots — hilarious joke, by the way — they’d be docile and easily programmed.
• Is tennis really the sport that attracts the argumentative types? Just because John McEnroe yelled at the umpire 30 years ago or whatever? I dunno. I think you might find more arguments in a game of, say, baseball or basketball than the one that forces you to wear white.
• A stern look? In response to a moment of congratulation from your tennis partner? If I ever play tennis, I hope this person is not my partner.
• I guess that “Wasting Indoor Court Time is a Sin” is written that way because it’s suppose to be an immutable rule, or maybe it’s a sign seen in indoor tennis courts. But I like to think of it that she’s in a religion where one of the commandments is not to waste court time in tennis, with two factions that split a few hundred years ago over whether it applied only indoors or on all tennis courts.

That’s really all I had the stomach for — or, rather, it could only go downhill from there — but feel free to read on! Just wait ’til somebody teaches this writer about the handshake where you kinda half-hug the person. Her head will explode.