Zed Redefines the Entourage

I grew up in a small town. So small that all the adults would have comfortably fit on the two or three planes that are flying Zed and his 500 freakin' staffers to London for the G20 meetings.

This is what kings and emperors used to do. I just saw pieces of Ben Hur over the weekend. Obama's entourage reminds me of when Ben Hur arrives back in Rome after doing a stint as slave rower and saves Caesar's counsel in the Mediterranean sea battle. Even better, it reminds me of Cleopatra's (I just saw pieces of Cleopatra a week ago) arrival in Rome, with all the conveyances and dancing Africans and stairways to heaven, and it has kind of "Zed arriving in London" feel to it.

It is absolutely infuriating to think of the president of our United States of America loading up a fleet of aerial barges and floating on over to a foreign land to shower his munificence on the assembled adorers. And as he tells every other business that he is "saving" that they must forgo bonuses and travel commercial, is absolutely mind blowing.

Ah hell, in the end I guess I'm just jealous. I wish I had one percent of his guts.