Let me repeat for those who have missed an episode or two.

He’s not my president, I didn’t vote for him.  No, we are not in this together.  No, we are not countrymen, friends, or fellow Americans.  Like the blind man with the seeing-eye dog which pisses on his leg - I pet your head only so I can figure out where your ass is so I can kick it.

But you’ll forget.  You’ll get eaten up with lefty optimism.  You’ll think I’m stupid.  Or you’ll be gullible enough to believe me when I claim to be your friend.

It’s not the job of the opposition to “offer solutions” especially when liberals have shown a marked propensity for stealing them, and the credit.  It’s the job of the opposition to criticize and vote “present.”

No, I don’t hope he “succeeds.”  If he is successful in implemeting his agenda, this won’t be an America I will be proud to be a part of.  If he is unsuccessful in doing so, well, then - how can I hope for “success?”

Success being a relative thing, I hope he fails.  Epic Fail.

I am opposed.  In fact, I’ve already taken my steps to secure what is mine and not participate.  I will not be moving money around.  I’ll not be employing anyone.  I’l not be providing housing.  I’ll not be paying taxes.  I’ll not be producing.  In fact, I’m wrestling with my self-respect about going on the disability I could technically claim and grabbing a chunk of the pie to insure it is spread thinner.  Re-tool for a career change.  I could milk it for four years.

Gaming the system is easy.  If I don’t do it, I may put out a “how-to” geared towards white, middle-aged guys.  Like I have always said - want to bring the legal system to a screeching halt?  Have everyone demand their day in court for six months.  By the end of it you’ll have prosecutors offering probation for all but child molesting.

But I digress.  The Loathing I feel for Barry-O is intense and unyielding.  The greater of it is reserved for his syncophants. I have no wish to engage, and further, I have grown to hate them.  I will take a great deal of glee in pointing out every failure and shortcoming along the way.  Along with stirring the pot at every opportunity.

I’m still getting a handle on a lot of the shit.  I have to confess, I’m tempted to the BDS maneuver of a monkey flinging shit everywhere and hoping enough sticks, but I do prefer a more elegant application.  Assassination gets you locked up.  Character Assassination, on the other hand, leaves the victim alive to suffer, and is legal as church on Sunday.

I’m not going to dignify dickhead’s ascension to the Cherry Blossom Throne.  Believe me, though, I’ll be biding my time and waiting to make it count, and then I will ride ol’ Jugears like a two-bit whore.