|From Album 5|
The hand wringing and pearl clutching of some chattering class members is instructive — though more as to their own bizarre fetishes than anything about Obama, Lincoln, or the office of the presidency.
These are the same folks who tolerated a flightsuit-wearing, “bring ’em on” boasting man child, who seemed to view the entire presidential experience as a means of dealing with some sort of Oedipal daddy complex. Christ.
Besides, if Obama — or Lincoln — wanted to demean the office, they’d speak at CPAC…and something tells me pigs would soar first.