The debate about “which candidate treats dogs worse” inevitably descended into farce, with almost no intermediate steps. Putting aside the insanity of spinning a presidential campaign around decades’ old decisions about dogs, Americans are probably going to be sympathetic to putting a dog in a protected hutch on the roof of a car, rather than forcing it to be in a car with five children and a ton of luggage. After all, everyone knows that dogs like to do this:
(Image from Cute n Tiny)
Americans, however, are probably less sympathetic when it comes to dog a l’orange, or other tasty Fido fricassees. In America, dogs are man’s best friend, not man’s favorite meat.
With that in mind, James Taranto offers some truly excellent “Obama has gone to the dogs — and eaten them” jokes:
#ObamaDogRecipes: Yorkshire terrier pudding, mutt chop, Pekingese duck, bichon frisee salad, beagle with cream cheese, pure bread.
“So, Mr. President, where shall we go to eat?” “I know a great Spot.”
If you want a friend in Washington, don’t eat him (credit to Jim Geraghty).
Happiness is a warm puppy, with a side of fries.
Obama’s favorite fast-food joint? Checkers (Patrick Daly).
I wouldn’t vote for that guy for dogcatcher.
Did you hear about the insomniac polyphagiac president? He lies awake at night wondering if there is a dog.
My friend Earl, however, sent me the best joke I’ve seen yet when it comes to Obama’s penchant for taking a familiar, loving expression (“You’re so sweet, I could just eat you up”), and turning it into a multicultural, autobiographical boast about gnawing on a dog’s bones (and not the ones that the dog himself buried in the back yard for later consumption):
UPDATE: And more Barack “Dog Eater” Obama humor, this time from Ace of Spades. (H/T: Mike Devx)