Our cup runneth over with idiots

“I heard the news today, oh boy…”

And did we ever! Friday, the nation’s chief Wannabe gave the coveted Gershwin award to the last Beatle standing, Sir Paul McCartney. C'mon, who writes this stuff? Since when did a politician's job description include giving air-kisses to pop musicians?

That's like Al Capone, Ted Bundy and Bernie Madoff voting for the best couple on "Dancing with the Stars.” Okay, the analogy may be a bit squirrely, but it nails down the gangsters, narcissists and con artists. Presidents, after all, particularly unseasoned ones, need mentors.

The ceremony gets better. McCartney, reeling from an overdose of star-studded unctuous adulation, said “It’s nice to have a president who knows what a library is.”

Well gee, Paul, we all know what a space shuttle is, but that doesn’t mean we know how to use one. So why do you think Obama knows how to use a library other than to store unsold copies of his autobiography?

Paul. Seriously. Liverpool is missing its idiot, so go back to England. America isn't big enough for two idiots – our cup runneth over with The One.