Yesterday
Roberta X offered up
a complement to our President for his having the decency for refusing to name the killer of the people in the Augusta, CO movie theatre, thus denying him even more fame. I found it difficult to offer up a "me, too" in the addended comments, being compelled by my inner cynicism to think the worse of Barry. I suppose, in hindsight, that I should say something good about the President. Here it is: He almost makes me miss Bill Clinton.
Seriously, I've gotten to the point where I cannot find anything at all good to say about Barry. I'm to the point where I cannot watch or listen to any of his or his wife's speeches. I will turn the channel if his face appears on my television. One might say, "Well, now you understand how some people felt about George W." Yeah, but they were wrong. My hatred of Barry is right and honorable.