Dear Diary: I had barely finished my last delicious mouthful of
FrootLoops when my iPresidentophone began blaring the Moscow Steel Foundry Male Voice Choir's rendition of
Keep the Red Flag Flying. I lifted my phone from the way- cool holster on my belt and said:
"Good Morning Vlad,
" for it was he. "Obamavitch," he exclaimed, "I am going to annihilate every last one of these terrorists who have been killing people in Volgograd during the run-up to the Sochi Winter Olympics. Those damned Chechens only understand the language of violence, so violence they shall receive. Obamavitch, I would like to ask for your restraint in reacting to any extreme measures I may take." He continued: "I shall, of course, reciprocate with like restraint when you are faced with a similar predicament when rounding up the rebels who refuse to sign up for ObamaCare." I agreed, though that will give him a lot of latitude-- No fate will be too ugly for those who defy my decree. But enough about me.