Meatballs ... or, living-blogging this whole bin Laden thing

Of course we're not actually live-blogging the bin Laden thing. It's over, except for the screaming, and we had to find out on the television, just like everybody else.

Which is fine, given our security clearance. But I do have to call your attention to a line from today's New York Times. It's in the article that gives the blow-by-blow of the day of the attack. It starts out with the usual thousand words or so of blah-blah-blah, but then launches into a description of how all the key players gathered in the sit room to watch the mission from start to finish. Ahhh, the miracle of technology.

The Times then writes:

A staffer went to Costco and came back with a mix of provisions--turkey pita wraps, cold shrimp, potato chips, soda.

What? Are they kidding? Doesn't the White House have one of the most accomplished kitchens in the world? I count 13 people in the now-famous picture of the team watching the mission in the basement of the White House.



Apparently, the White House has a fully-finished basement. Nice--living the American dream.

That look on Hillary Clinton's face is something, isn't it?
Boy, is it. Tense much?

Anyway, the White House can't come up with wraps and snacks for a dozen or so people? They have to send an aid to Costco?

I wonder if they got any meatballs.
I was just thinking the same thing.

For those of you out of the loop, Costco's frozen meatballs (you gotta heat them up or you'll break a tooth) are really just spectacular. I think they make a pork/beef blend and they are really tasty. I know several high-end caterers who buy their meatballs from Costco. When I first heard this was when I started realizing that caterers are really charlatans. I don't think they cook anything at all.

Anyway, how about that look on Hillary's face. The smart money says six years from now she's totally the POTUS.

Mazeltov.
Nicely said.
Beat's Trump doing it.
Donald Trump's candidacy ended at the White House Correspondents' Dinner, after the two or three minute savaging he took at the hands of Seth Meyer.
Trump looked really steamed, didn't he?
Yeah. You could have cooked your Costco meatballs on his head.
Totally.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer person. The man's an ass.