Dear Diary: With Michelle and the girls skiing at at Aspen, I've got a chance catch up with my daily diary for the benefit of eminent historians who will one day use its priceless insights to reveal the genius of The Greatest President in the History of the United States. That would make a great title for the best-selling autobiography l intend to write after leaving office, to keep Michelle in midnight chocolate Krispy Kremes for life. Which reminds me, I've only got another couple days before she's back here making me eat my daggone peas. I'm still practicing the word 'daggone' for my encounters with bitter redneck gun clingers. Pretty daggone good, huh?
Talking of heartburn, I've got that daggone bloodthirsty Binyamin Netanyahu visiting in two weeks' time. Hillary wants to arm-twist him into not bombing Iran back to the Dark Ages. Oh wait... they're already there.
Anyways, Hillary thinks she can frighten him enough to stop him unleashing bunker-busters on Natanz. Seeing as how she has even scared Bill back under her thumb, she may well be correct. H. is a scary woman, almost as scary as M.
Oops! as Governor Perry said. It's getting late. Time to say a prayer to myself. And so to bed.
Talking of heartburn, I've got that daggone bloodthirsty Binyamin Netanyahu visiting in two weeks' time. Hillary wants to arm-twist him into not bombing Iran back to the Dark Ages. Oh wait... they're already there.
Anyways, Hillary thinks she can frighten him enough to stop him unleashing bunker-busters on Natanz. Seeing as how she has even scared Bill back under her thumb, she may well be correct. H. is a scary woman, almost as scary as M.
Oops! as Governor Perry said. It's getting late. Time to say a prayer to myself. And so to bed.
