Pick your poison [sic] –or– Select the apparatus of delivery
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
When Giuliani got dusted by Ron Paul et al enough to drop out I was quite pleased and told the wife so. I could not possibly imagine a worse President. Not even Bush2, I’m afraid. It was looking like Obama might push H to the C down the stairs she clawed so hard to climb for so long thus eliminating the second worst President I could imagine in the pack. So the wife asked if I was feeling better about it all considering the remaining possibilities.
I said, well, yes, in the sense that I’d rather be bitten by a rattlesnake than a cobra.
