If I had served under President Obama (pun fully intended), I would want to kill myself, too. The guy’s a plague on all our houses — a disgrace to the uniform, worse than Bill Clinton, hardly better than Jimmy Carter, less of a fop than Teddy Roosevelt, better suited to improving Tiger Woods’ golf game than running a country. Quit like an honourable man and feel free to tell us anything you want after that.
I have waited so long to share all these thoughts and feelings that I have heard and read from my father, mother and friends on the right. Thanks, Barack, for giving me the opportunity to say these things. May you enjoy your retirement as soon as possible. Clinton might still have a law office in Harlem (with a spare bed to share with you and his interns; cigars not allowed anymore, of course) if you feel compelled to provide community service for which you were so well trained and, word has it, might have stuck to one job and excelled at it.
Pope Francis has the right idea — we are all the 99% relatively poor — let us use some of the funny money floating around in the funny money economy and serve the poor rather than pander to the rich folk like Obama and his Chicago gang of thugs.
Sweet dreams, dearies. Don’t forget to look out for bedbugs — their bite is much more vicious.
