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Irish prime minister Brian Cowen repeats Barack Obama speech as White House teleprompter fouls up | guardian.co.uk — This whole teleprompter thing may as well be replaced by lip sync-ing.
But when Brian Cowen began his address last night, his speech had a horribly familiar ring to it. And no wonder: he had been repeating exactly what Obama had said minutes earlier.
The autocue was apparently the cause of this embarrassing case of deja vu. Rather than being ready with Cowens speech, the teleprompting machine simply reloaded the one Obama had just given.
Cowen was around 20 seconds into the wrong speech before he realised his gaffe. He stopped suddenly and looked back at the president to say: “Thats your speech.”
So we have representatives that can ONLY read what is placed in their FACES, and not care/know what they are REALLY saying??
MORE PUPPETS.
Alfred, what were you in 2001….12 years old??
Because otherwise you must certainly recall that Bush, like every other president, got a pass on his goof-ups for a while. But when it turned out that he was a complete goof-up all the time, parts of the press let him have it. If Obama turns out to be as complete a dumbass as Bush, we’ll all know about it. There will be no “media conspiracy of silence” Sheesh.
Get off it already.
# 40 Olo Baggins of Bywater said, “But when it turned out that he was a complete goof-up all the time, parts of the press let him have it. If Obama turns out to be as complete a dumbass as Bush, we’ll all know about it.”
It is already a proven fact. And, the media is pretty silent. So much for your theory…
The latest. O’Mama makes fun of Special Olympics participants while on Leno’s show. What an insensitive moran.
Stick to the Teleprompter.
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Then, over-thinking as usual, I imagined the knowing glances coming from the sales clerks and I just couldn’t put myself through it. Absurd, I know, but that’s me–50 Shades of Kate–33 are variations of cuckoo and the rest is sarcasm with 17 swipes of mascara. Ultimately, I just kept thinking that I just needed to get over it. Just then, a strange version of my mother’s voice rang in my ears.