Back to the future

Prowling around some of the blogs here during the wee hours of a Sunday morning, I came across a thread that speculated how Barack Obama will spend his post presidency -- the assumption being made that this epoch will commence at 12:01 EST on January 20th, 2013 in Washington, D.C.

Being in a surly mood, I responded as follows:

Mr Warren,

It will indeed be entertaining to see how this boob spends his post-presidency. Don't know what the over/under will be but I'd sure take the side of any betting proposition that emphasizes "frivolous or non-serious". A man who is not sufficiently challenged by the gravity of the office while he is serving is certainly not going to engage in anything of any merit when the mantle of responsibility is lifted from his scrawny shoulders.

Me? I am fervently praying that this festering crapsack will slink off to Hawaii and be found some years later passed out on the back stoop of a Hotel Street gay bar wearing a feather boa, a sequined bikini, 7" platform heels, and having a needle sticking in his arm.

Now, it's not that I want to be mean and hurtful to this pathetic, incautious, waste-of-skin or anything like that. It's just that I do wish to be mean and hurtful to the son of a bitch.

Thanks for the incredibly inept and incompetent execution of your duties you festering pile of afterbirth. Enjoy your golden years while we wallow in the wake of diarrhea that will be your legacy.

UPDATE: Well, just to let you know I am not a mirthless soul, here is Ramirez's latest offering on the Biden/Joker debacle last Thursdy:

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