He sees it slipping away.
He’s running scared-—on his knees prostrate, all puckered up-— sucking up to illegals like there was no tomorrow.
Thinks they’re the solution to his problems-—thinks they’re gonna save Dems, and him, in 20124.
O has an identity problem. He keeps morphing into different characters.
In 2008 he was Reagan-—then he was Lincoln, then Roosevelt.
Lately he’s Trayvon-—wears a hoodie to Cabinet meetings (cackle).
Is he on his knees or is he prostrate?