John Hodgman, a renowned expert on hobos, how to cook an owl, mole-men, utopia, what will happen in the future, and most other subjects, graced the 2009 Radio and TV Correspondents’ Dinner with a verbal essay on the particular nature of our mysterious president and his peculiar interests. Preserved here and elsewhere for gimlet-eyed historians of the no-doubt impressive subject of the early-to-mid twenty-first century comedic arts and insightful insightfulness, we give you – with no liminal commercial interruptions:
I am now concerned that the birthers are on to something. If Mr. Obama is a coolly logical Vulvan, this information cannot be reconciled with the laws determining eligability to lead the great American nation. Where’s the REAL birth certificate, Muslim Socialist Space Lord O-BA-MA?
