Wakes up in the morning sits up and scoots his legs off the side of the bed. Yawns, rubs his head with both hands and stands. Goes directly to the bathroom and takes a piss then looks in the mirror; picking up his head and moving it from side to side looking to see what might have broken out on his face overnight. Exposes his teeth, grins and thinks; I am so good-lookiní He walks to the kitchen and gets a cup of something Michelle will let him have. Starts thinking how he can change stuff in the world , he really isnít thinking about the big stuff at this point. He is just thinking about what to tell people not to eat, how Arnold is doing, says a cuss word directed at Limbaugh under his breath and then picks up the NY Times and goes to the sports section. Soon he gets the urge for a bowel movement and goes back to the bathroom and does that important presidential stuff. After about an hour and a half of being mad at those Tea Party people, Paul Ryan, Jews, and conservative and talk radio (or anyone that might ask him a question he didnĎt give them), he starts thinking about his community organizing presidential job. He takes a shower, puts on a suit, we bought for him, and gets his daily speech itinerary and heads to AF1 with his prompter to give those speeches to the Colleges of the country or the pay for the crowd butt kissers forum.
The problem is he doesnít know his real job which is to protect, serve this country and people. If he wants to protect and serve other countries and people he needs another job and should move out of our house. We will find someone else to do the job he canít do. He just doesnít want the job he has. He wants the job he canít get which is being god daddy, big mongo, super duper shoot the hooper guy.
Funny huh, but what is going on isnít.