On the night obama won, how did you feel in your gut deep down?
Are you asking me, or Mr. Zell?
I assume you weren’t talking to your TV to Mr. Zell and were asking me. heh
Well, I was on the phone with my sweetie on election night. He now teaches in Obama’s old stomping grounds in Chicago and is a reformed lib, because I straightened his ass out. He was able to find a job at a Catholic school, earning 1/2 of his former salary.
On that night I told him the following:
We’re about to enter the darkest hours this nation has had in my lifetime. We are going to have a stupid, lazy, but idealogical president foisted upon us.
Start stocking up on food, get your expenses down, and buy some gold and silver. Because this character has NO history of wise money management.
That’s exactly what I told him.
Then I did something I rarely do. I made sure I got drunk.