No, Donald, I wasn’t sleeping. I was in Martha’s Vineyard. And, yes, I’m tired – but…. I’m still going.
Why in GOD’s name do people spend time on Martha’s Vineyard? It’s hot. There are more mosquitos there than people. Swarms of mosquitos. Half the island doesn’t serve alcohol. I just don’t understand the love for this place. It smells funny.
Worst part – they all love Obama here. I strolled into a quaint little store to show everyone I care about the people. Wave and smile, laugh, shake hands, couple of selfies. Make sure I take my sunglasses off. Learned that one the hard way, makes me look snobbish.
The store had big pretty painted signs on wood. Saw large “Obama Rolls” signs and other great big wooden signs with “Beware Sharks.” I muttered “Where are the Beware Obama signs?” No one heard me, but the media would have loved that one.
They love him. He’s here playing golf, they just adore him.
Why don’t people love me like that? And, yes, fricking Donald. I’m tired. Get over it.
More later.