How could I have forgotten graphic novels (hitting self on forehead). Tea partiers with two day beards huddling in dark doorways plotting dastardly plots. Barak (black spandex with orange “POTUS” on the chest) and Janet swinging in on lianas at the last second to lead them off to the prison they so richly deserve.
And then in a magnanimous moment: “Janet, you have to understand, retards bitterly cling to their guns and religion and SUV’s. Yes, we’re going to have to torture them. But we must take no joy in that task and we must always remember to have compassion for those who are not as smart as us.”
Obama’s probably saying,
“I’m getting wood, word!”