In any event, Treacher recalled an event recounted in one of Obama's several autobiographies: as a child, young Barry Soetero -- his name at the time -- enjoyed an entree of roast dog. It's not just for dinner any more.
"With Lolo, I learned how to eat small green chill peppers raw with dinner (plenty of rice), and, away from the dinner table, I was introduced to dog meat (tough), snake meat (tougher), and roasted grasshopper (crunchy). Like many Indonesians, Lolo followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the remnants of more ancient animist and Hindu faiths. He explained that a man took on the powers of whatever he ate: One day soon, he promised, he would bring home a piece of tiger meat for us to share."
In short, Treacher's response to the Romney vacation allegations turned out to be the rhetorical equivalent of a Blake Griffin dunk over Pau Gasol. The reactions have been priceless.
Sondrakistan offers us the exclusive picture:
And John Hawkins relays this very special Obama campaign button:
It's a "Dog Eat Dog" world in Washington.
I refer, of course, to the outstanding Eddie Bunker crime novel and not the recent canine kerfuffle.