Surfing the 'Net in search of Republicans with something sensible to say, I see that John Boehner has termed Trump's presidency a "complete disaster." What is it about being out of office that removes the scales from Republican eyes? Or permits them to acknowledge that the emperor is naked? Now that he's not kissing up to the nuts on his right flank, I feel a few drops of fondness for Boehner. Here he is explaining his lack of presidential ambition:
I wake up every day, drink my morning coffee, and say hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. I don't want to be president. I drink red wine. I smoke cigarettes. I golf. I cut my own grass. I iron my own clothes. And I'm not willing to give that all up to be president.
Okay, it's a little weird, inasmuch as he suggests that his love of ironing is what keeps him from being president. It's sort of endearing that ironing made that list, however. You have to like a Republican who does his own ironing. We Democrats do it, but that's only because our wives refuse.
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