One of the nerdier aspects of having a blog is that you can see which search terms people used to stumble across it. These, as you can imagine, are often hysterical and probably a little too entertaining. Here are a few from the past couple of days with my comments and best guess as to what it pulled up next to it. Please note the spelling and grammar.
“tru blood cellular specialist” Tru without the e? Gangsta. Click here.
“sucking katy perry’s boobies” I mean really, who hasn’t Googled this? Click here.
Oh Johnny. It was only a simple question. Politico reporters Jonathan Martin and Mike Allen asked how many houses you have. McCain’s answer is priceless.
“I think — I’ll have my staff get to you. It’s condominiums where — I’ll have them get to you.”
What was that, buddy? You don’t know how many houses you and Cindy own? Well that can’t be good. Now I’m not good at math, but I’m pretty sure I can answer that question for myself. (Um, zero. Oh the joys of living in your parents’ house.)
Okay, so he doesn’t know how many houses he has, but here are some other basic addition questions that I hope John can answer without needing his staff to bail him out:
How old are you?
How many children do you have?
How many days are in a week?
How many states are in the union?
Hopefully those are elementary, my dear Watson.
So what did B have to say about the whole thing?
“If you don’t know how many houses you have, then it’s not surprising that you might think the economy is fundamentally strong.”
Zing! Well put. Most of us, John, can count our houses on one hand. Well, one finger. Your choice which finger you use when counting.
Politico did some digging around (apparently the staff didn’t get to them on that?) and discovered the number is at least eight. Johnny obviously wouldn’t be able to handle adding one more (say, the White House). So let’s do Senator John McCain a huuuuuge favor and make sure we don’t rock the boat by changing the number from at least eight to at least nine. It’s the kind thing to do.
And on a sidenote: Barack, I’ve been clinging to my cell phone for dear life waiting for that text message. Please, just let me know!
Update: WashPo does a McCain house(s) tour. Check it out. It’s like MTV Cribs.