“I told my kids the same thing. Obama is our next President.”
See... I can’t even say the word, “Obama” yet. Maybe I never will. I call him The One or The Guy, but I can’t say the word. Can’t listen to the windbag’s bafflegab, either. When we got in to the Roadrunner shuttle at LAX the other evening and The Guy was talking on the radio, I said I wanted a different shuttle because “I can’t take this.” The driver changed the stations.
Yep. Me neither.
I’m calling him “Hussein” from now on.