Oh yeah. Well I don't just hate him, I loathe him. I revile him. I despise him. I think he is a Kenyan pig-dog! I hope he goes and boils his bottom, the son of a silly person. I blow my nose at him, so-called Obama President, him and all his silly socialish czarets. Thpppppt! Thppt! Thppt! He is an empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in his general direction! His mother was a hamster and his father smelt of elderberries!
He has the brain of a duck, you know. I unclog my nose in his direction, the son of a window-dresser! I wave my private parts at his aunties, the cheesy second hand electric donkey-bottom biter. He is a socialist bed-wetting type. I burst my pimples at him, the illegitimate-faced bugger! Thpppt!
Will all apologies to Monty Python and the French who apparently are showing better sense than American voters by turning away from the socialists.
Dang, you win. That was Shakespearean.