I figured that for all the time I spend disparaging this jug-eared creep the least I could do is utilize my advertising skillz to help Obama get a new job come 2012. A guerilla campaign to get him a position for which he's well-suited seemed the way to go. The only question was whether that would be building shacks with Jimmy Carter or manning the deep fryer at a moderately priced restaurant with a multicultural menu. I opted for the latter because the thought of a roof collapsing on some poor unwitting family who then has to hear this guy prattle on about how it's not his fault because he inherited the wood and nails from Home Depot just makes me physically sick.
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