Got the popcorn ready to go? We’re going to be treated to a Very Important Speech™ about Syria this evening. Our hapless Secretary of State appears to have handed the reigns of the Middle East off to Vladimir Putin, and it looks like we can all pretend that the “international community” will scoop up the WMD’s and no one will ever, ever, ever use poison gas in war again. Ever.
But I have a dream to share. President Obama stands before the television cameras, clears his throat, and begins the usual long-winded, pointless pronouncements, filled with faux feelings and unintelligible thoughts. He’s rambling, you’re dozing.
“My administration has avoided war,” blah, blah, blah… when Wait!! Seriously, Wake Up! Holy Moly, he’s talking about needing to spend more time with Michelle and the girls. He’s tired. He’s given it his all, but his all just isn’t enough. No one man, no matter how brilliant, could do all this.” (He’s in over his head, and he’s letting us know he knows it.)
“And so, I have decided to hand over the Presidency to my able Vice President, Joe Biden.” (Biden runs up to the podium, fists punching the air, like Rocky.)
Oh, I hear you. Aggie, what are you drinking? That’s none of your business.
I can dream, can’t I?