ROFL .. OMG .. what a fool .. such dementia!
I’m picturing Brooks, pacing by the phone, twirling his glasses ..
“will he call me, please call me ... “
ROTFLOL!!
Brook’s accolades of Obama read like the Song Of Solomon!
“Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon: for why should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions?”
or:
“His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.”
LOL!!
Oh dear me. Poor, poor David.