Before we begin, you should know I did not listen to the entire address. I couldn't. I would have literally stabbed myself in the heart with a rusty spoon if forced to endure that entire load of tripe. What I heard was bad enough, but then to come into work to find out that he simply stayed on his same path of blind hopefulness made me glad I had other plans.
That being said, I have done my homework into the details of his address. I even have a transcript of the evening, but reading it all made my eyes bleed so now I'm typing this blind. Thanks, Georgie. At any rate, here is my overall question of the day:
What. Is. He. Smoking? And is it free at the White House, or does he still have to meet the guy in a dark alley somewhere?
Only a crackhead continues the same behaviour and expects different results - that or an insane person, and who am I to call the CIC insane. I'd prefer to think he has a drug problem that can be cured and thus make him into a competent, well-spoken, educated man.
*roars with laughter* Ok, I crack me up. Almost as much as that speech did last night. I mean obviously he was JOKING. He couldn't seriously think any of his plans or ideas have a snowball's chance in hell on a hot summer day of getting past the new Congress or the American people.
Right!
Right.
Right?
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