I like the guy, and he beat me fair and square, but sometimes Adolf Hitler and Barack Obama are like two peas in a pod. Both have a strong command over their own party. Both gave rousing speeches that stirred the masses. And both didn’t trust even their closest advisors or generals.
Obama is constantly looking over my shoulder. Whenever we’re together, he always stands in the back, towering over my shoulder with some kind of strange glint in is his eye.
It’s creepy. Maybe he has a cleavage fetish. Or, maybe he’s just a control freak. Whatever it is, he won’t stop doing it.
I’m a grown woman. I make good decisions. Well, since I married Bill. Even that hasn’t turned out so bad. Who would have elected me Senator from New York if not for Bill Clinton?