Dear Diary: Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. I was in the Rose Garden, announcing my edict amnesty directive deferred action to shield young illegals from being deported, when one of the media hacks in the audience interrupts me, yes, interrupts me with a question about how this might affect our current unemployed (who are doing just fine). What is the world coming to when someone as low in the food chain as the algae which will one day power this nation, dares interrupt Me. Oh, how I wish I could have replied "Off with his head!" [the Queen of Hearts knew a thing or two about staying in power.]
But, incredibly, that was not the end of today's tribulations. Next thing I hear is that Joe Biden has gone bat-shit crazy at a mayors' conference in Orlando. The geezer said he did not have a blue-collar background and that 'Barack' made him sound like he had just emerged from a mine carrying a lunch bucket. The impertinence of the old dude. If I decree that someone is blue collar, then they damn well are blue collar. [Note to self: talk to Axelrod and Jarrett again about dropping that knucklehead from November's ticket, there's very little time left.] Meantime 'Cup' Holder is still having a rough ride in Congress. I must call him in the morning to re-assure him that his pardon is signed and ready for the remote event that I am not re-elected in a landslide. I have already tucked up Michelle in the presidential Tempurpedic. She's still starry-eyed from yesterday's celebrity-studded evening. Now I will say a last prayer to myself, and tuck Myself up with Boo-boo my blankey... Barry luv Boo-boo...um-num-num-um...zzzz..
But, incredibly, that was not the end of today's tribulations. Next thing I hear is that Joe Biden has gone bat-shit crazy at a mayors' conference in Orlando. The geezer said he did not have a blue-collar background and that 'Barack' made him sound like he had just emerged from a mine carrying a lunch bucket. The impertinence of the old dude. If I decree that someone is blue collar, then they damn well are blue collar. [Note to self: talk to Axelrod and Jarrett again about dropping that knucklehead from November's ticket, there's very little time left.] Meantime 'Cup' Holder is still having a rough ride in Congress. I must call him in the morning to re-assure him that his pardon is signed and ready for the remote event that I am not re-elected in a landslide. I have already tucked up Michelle in the presidential Tempurpedic. She's still starry-eyed from yesterday's celebrity-studded evening. Now I will say a last prayer to myself, and tuck Myself up with Boo-boo my blankey... Barry luv Boo-boo...um-num-num-um...zzzz..