..on second thought.

(I was going to hang it up for a while but the most recent flood of diarrhea to come out of that pathetic joke we have for a president has goaded me into one last post for a while).

In a continuing trend of seeking excuses, blaming others, and generally alibiing his way around the fact that he sucks at his job, Obama appeared in a television interview this evening where he was quoted as saying that he feels America's gotten too soft:

"I mean, there are a lot of things we can do," Obama said. "The way I think about it is, you know, this is a great, great country that had gotten a little soft and, you know, we didn't have that same competitive edge that we needed over the last couple of decades. We need to get back on track."

Perhaps it's because we have a president who spends the better part of his time in office complaining about how things are not his fault and how he had a big sack of crap handed to him.

Could this be The Pantload's Malaise Speech?

Well, whatever. This is the last straw, as far as I am concerned. Basically, he and his ass-clown administration have bent this country's economy over, spent us into the poor house, given out billions of our tax money to his union thug cronies and big business campaign bundlers in the form of loans, grants, and outright political payoffs, butt-smooched every tin-horn dictator and brigand while flushing our allies down the drain, and now this son-of-a-bitch has the nerve to say we've gotten soft?

Well, old son, we'll show you how soft we've become when we throw your sorry ass and that voluminously-butted, lobster-gorging, lavish-vacation-taking, hairy wookie FLOTUS you are stapled to out into the the of Pennsylvania Avenue next year.

And I am sure we'll we will be able to find someone who thinks a lot more of this country and her people and can appreciate the rare opportunity it is to be the President of The United States of America and make something of the job instead of living the tone-deaf high life, incessantly playing golf, and taking innumerable vacations.

In the mean time, President Cow Turd, suck a shoe!

O.K., this time it's for real. This is Elate 5-7. Out.

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