For eight years, living in the United States has felt like riding in the backseat of a runaway cab driven at top speed by a drunken mental patient who cut out the seat belts to make a special hat that would keep the aliens from Zeltron-5 from stealing his precious bodily fluids.
And now all of a sudden, there's been a shift change and we have someone at the wheel who's smart, reflective, and competent. I know I can start to unclench my buttocks, but it's going to take a little while before I get used to the new guy.
2 comments:
I'm really excited that we don't have to worry about the injustice of warrentless wiretaps and banning on same sex marriage. Here comes Hope and Change!
Out of control cab rides with a drunk schizophrenic a-hole is only fun when you are also a drunk schizophrenic a-hole.
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