I am a bit conflicted today, especially after watching Obozo's farewell speech. How that man can talk! He just goes on and on and on and on -- and it's always about himself. What a poser! After
Real work? That skinny, big-eared fool never had to sneak his SlimFast drinks past security at the airport. And I guarantee you the arabs don't like him nearly as much as they like me. You didn't see them donate hundreds of millions of dollars to any of his Foundations, did you? Of course not. What a dope. I hope he's happy in that new home of his in Tehran. A hundred fifty billion can buy a lot of real estate there.
Anyway, he droned on about him and Michelle and his girls and just about anything else he could, I guess because he figured people were just too polite to ask him to stop. What else are you going to do with a guy who came into office looking like Muhammad Ali and left it looking like a badly beaten Uncle Remus from and old Disney movie? I'm surprised he didn't end it with a bunch of cartoon animals chiming in on a chorus of Zippity Doo Dah.
Not one person in that hand-picked crowd challenged him on anything he was yacking about. Not Russia, the IRS, the FBI, Loretta Lynch, ISIS, Obamacare -- all of the bullets I had to
Diary, I have to admit that I'm not sorry to see Obozo go. I'm tired of his smug attitude and the way he completely changes his speech pattern depending on who he's talking to. One minute he thinks he's John Kennedy lecturing white people and the next, he's trying to pass himself off as Dennis Rodman with that Ebonic stuff. Give me a break.
Anyway, it's depressing. My supply is dwindling, because Dr. Morell is out of town for the day. Now that Obozo is leaving, I guess the classiest thing I can do is wish Obozo a happy Allah hu Akbar. Is that how you spell it?