OK, so we’re still in the hope phase. We have nothing else to cling to at this point. At least I don’t cringe every time Obama opens his mouth. I don’t want to bitch-slap that stupid grin off his face, because Obama doesn’t have that smarmy, “look dad, I’m President” shit-eating grin. Nor does he have that hyena laugh that made me wanna shave my head with a cheese-grater. Nope, at least the face that reps us looks and acts presidential. He won’t flush what’s left of our global cred down the toilet just out of sheer douche-baggery and there was much douche-baggery afoot in the past 8 years. It appears as though Obama may instead flush the douche-baggery and give us a little self-respect back. And then there’s that hope thing. Not that we emerge completely unscathed. We did create the monster. Bush is really just a reflection of our bad traits, which makes us at least complicit in Bush’s logic defying antics of epic stupidity (See: Mirror, Mirror). Our President is now articulate. Can you believe it? We may hear full sentences with real words. Can he un-do all that’s been done? Time will tell, at least I hope time will tell. The past 8 years I was hoping time wouldn’t tell, but it did. But anyway, thank you George for making us sooo embarrassed to be represented by an embarrassment we elected our first mixed bag mutt (like the rest of us) that can actually look and act the part of the President (which makes us feel better about ourselves)…Oh and all you holier than thou democrats, thank you for not giving us an opponent that could beat Bush (sheesh). Now here’s wishing Obama the best. May your actions serve you well as you wade into the quagmire left by Bush (See: Obama’s First Day in the Oval Orifice). buy unique gifts at Zazzle |
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