Even God has his bad days.  At least when they involve President of the United States Barack Obama.  Apparently, the President, ...insensitive as ever to God's feelings...neglected to mention him in his Thanksgiving themed weekly internet address, a tradition going back to the original Pilgrim/Indian dinner celebration at which God was in attendance sitting on the Pilgrim side of the table raking in the praise.  (He brought a casserole)   
Post address, the blog-o-sphere quickly erupted with damning criticism of the President and his slight, including attacks from Fox News Radio, which is widely acknowledged among most right leaning Supreme Beings as God's favorite radio network.
According to a highly placed heaven based Kielbasablog source, God was particularly miffed because he had posted a pre-address announcement on his Facebook page inviting friends and family to tune in to the speech.  A close family source went on to report that as a result, the embarrassed deity skipped two of the three NFL games broadcast on Thanksgiving Day, and spent most of the holiday in his office planning cataclysmic weather patterns and election results for the upcoming year.

...And in other White House related bad news, the Obama administration has experienced yet another staff defection, this time a closer more personal one.  According to the Associated Press, Reggie Love, President Obama's longtime personal assistant and frequent roundball wingman, has announced his departure to spend more time (admirably) focused on his pursuit of an MBA from the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School of Business.  As the assistant to POTUS, Love spent most of his time at Obama's side tending to details and tying up loose ends.  Everything from gathering printed materials, holding personal items, locating the Executive IPod, spraying air freshener...all the way to taking souvenir photos for guests.  All of which, amazingly, was still not adrenalizing enough to keep the well liked loyal staffer in service through a second presidential run.

So sad.

If only the prez still needed someone to smuggle in the butts.

Then, finally, there is this tale out of southern Utah.  A tale of one unfortunate wilderness exploring man whose catalog of life experience stories now includes one that truly sucks.
According to the Associated Press, an unidentified man was extracted from an area along the Dirty Devil River after being stuck in quicksand by himself for over eight yucky hours.
The man was first spotted accidentally by an unnamed military agency that, by chance, recognized his emergency alert beacon.
The name of the man was not released by police authorities.  However he was identified as being a member of the National Outdoor Leadership School.
It is unclear at this point who exactly the man is, who he was leading (or being led by), why they abandoned him, or why nobody ever reported him missing.

That really did suck, man.

Well we suppose his day could have gone badder, but at any rate, it's not likely it's one he'd be happy to repeat.
Wednesday was a toughie for our old Bad Day friend, tough-talking, ass-kicking, hang-em-high Texan Rick Perry, who spent almost a full minute with his political fly open, standing in front of every political pundit in the universe, 3.33 million television viewers, a fully focused presidential debate live audience, and worst of all, the withering stare of CNBC's Maria Bartiromo, as he stumbled, stammered, and stared forlornly at his tired little counting fingers...unable to remember exactly what that third point was he was trying to make, even though it was one of the center points of HIS presidential platform. 
A television moment not likely to appear at the top Mr. Perry's video resume, to be sure.
Hey, Sarah Palin might have written crib notes in her hand, but at least she finished her sentence.

And it was yet another in the seemingly endless string of bad days for gay penguins, when a zoo in Toronto, Canada announced it would be forcibly separating a pair of life partnering male African penguins, according to a recent report by ABCNews.com.
Buddy and Pedro, who first became close after spending captivation time together in Toledo, Ohio, have been observed by their Toronto Zoo keepers to be consistently displaying courtship and mating behaviors usually only seen between males and females.  According to zoo officials, they "pair together every night, bray at one another, groom each other, and never seem to tire of standing alongside each other."  In addition, zookeepers have noted that the pair always appear in public well dressed, consistently wearing tuxedos, and that they have successfully rehabilitated a dilapidated loft condominium they purchased together in the 1980's, which was recently re-assessed at a market value of over 1.5 million dollars.
Because of their lengthy history together, officials tend to dismiss suggestions that the birds are merely going through a period of experimentation.
The zoo's gay penguin experts are hoping that by introducing Pedro and Buddy to viable attractive female penguins, they can be convinced to alter their lifestyle trajectory, hopefully with a result of helping repopulate the dwindling penguin population which has become an endangered species.  So far, Pedro and Buddy have only shown mild interest in possibly adopting an egg "...somewhere down the road".
If the introduction of suitable female companions does not work (...according to Pedro, "They always smell like fish") efforts to change the birds will never-the-less continue.  Zoo officials have indicated they will pursue other options that may include Ugandan psychotherapy treatment centers and/or enrollment in one of the many domestic Christian Gay Penguin Healing programs available on the Internet.

And in Russia, it was a decidedly bad day (as usual) to be a serial grave robber.
According to an Associated Press story appearing on the website of the Washington Post, Nizhny Novgorod resident, Anatoly Moskvin, an eccentric historian known locally for his expertise in cemeteries, was arrested by police after they discovered 29 mummified bodies being stored in his home.  The bodies, all young females, all dressed in doll clothing, were posed and arranged randomly throughout the apartment, which Moskvin shared with his two parents who apparently really needed a place to stay.
Authorities declined to say what specifically drew their attention to Moskvin, although many familiar with the story speculate that local awareness of a regionally known necrophile living in an apartment with 29 full size dolls that smelled like death may have played a part in advancing the investigation.
When interviewed, Moskvin told police his obsession began after being forced as a child to kiss the face of dead 11-year-old girl during a local funeral.  He went on to describe how for years afterward he'd wandered on foot through more than seven hundred cemeteries, often sleeping in barns and haystacks, and sometimes drinking water from puddles.

Drinking water from puddles???

Eeeeewwwww!!!!  That's GROSS!!!

A good bet made for a bad day in Vallejo, California last week for a 21-year-old gambler who wagered with his friends that if properly lubricated (Relax...just dish soap) he could squeeze his adult sized body into a toddler sized playground swing.  He won, but lost: Nine hours of his life, to be exact, plus his dignity, after his friends abandoned him once they realized he'd gotten stuck.  ABC News Blogs reports that after being found, the man was transported to a hospital where doctors used an orthopedic cast saw to cut the him free.  Whether he'll ever be free of the shame is another story.
Somewhere out there is one amazing cell phone picture.

And it's never a good day to be a Taco Bell drive-thru guy when the customers turn surly and express their displeasure with Molotov cocktails, which according to ABC News Blogs, is exactly what one cantankerous carnivore did in Albany, Georgia last week when his chalupas came out of the bag without enough meat.  It started with an irate phone call and ended when the unhappy hombre later returned to toss a firebomb at the meat-cheap drive-thru window.
Ay Caramba!