I think the problem is that there is nothing funny about this photo. Look at poor Amanda. She is just running through Star Trek Next Gen script. This is sad.
Capt. Picard: Barack-Q, what is going on?
Barack-Q: I told you. You're dead, this is the afterlife, and I'm God.
Capt. Picard: [laughs scornfully] You are not God!
Barack-Q: Blasphemy! You're lucky I don't cast you out, or smite you, or something. The bottom line is, your life ended about five minutes ago under the inept ministrations of Dr. Beverly Crusher.
Capt. Picard: No, I am not dead. Because I refuse to believe that the afterlife is run by you. The universe is not so badly designed.
Totally loved competing with u this year in school, sorry we can't both go to President camp. Have a great summer anyway, though! I'm sure I'll see u around Washington and stuff.
I'm taking the liberty of sending you this autographed copy of my book since, being over 20 million dollars in debt, I know it most likely isn't in your budget.
My deepest sympathies,
Barack Obama
PS: Senator Edwards and his nineteen undecided delegates send their regards.
I think the problem is that there is nothing funny about this photo. Look at poor Amanda. She is just running through Star Trek Next Gen script. This is sad.
Damn, it just struck me. If I had started at the other end, I could have signed these things right handed!
Obama cashes in on hopes and dreams after becoming a vaguely interesting footnote in his autobiography.
Capt. Picard: Barack-Q, what is going on?
Barack-Q: I told you. You're dead, this is the afterlife, and I'm God.
Capt. Picard: [laughs scornfully] You are not God!
Barack-Q: Blasphemy! You're lucky I don't cast you out, or smite you, or something. The bottom line is, your life ended about five minutes ago under the inept ministrations of Dr. Beverly Crusher.
Capt. Picard: No, I am not dead. Because I refuse to believe that the afterlife is run by you. The universe is not so badly designed.
Barack-"Q"-Obama-: "If this mean anything to you: you're a better human than me!"
Barack-"Q"-Obama: You obtuse piece of flotsam! You're to be denied *existence*. Humanity's fate has been sealed: you will be destroyed.
Must contact Picard. Being held against my will and slowly being turned into a Borg. Resistance is futile.
"Dear Hillary,
Totally loved competing with u this year in school, sorry we can't both go to President camp. Have a great summer anyway, though! I'm sure I'll see u around Washington and stuff.
B. Rock"
"Jeez, trying to edit out Jeremiah Wright by hand is a bitch."
My Dearest Hillary,
I'm taking the liberty of sending you this autographed copy of my book since, being over 20 million dollars in debt, I know it most likely isn't in your budget.
My deepest sympathies,
Barack Obama
PS: Senator Edwards and his nineteen undecided delegates send their regards.