I hate him. Just so upset. He stole eight of the best years of my life. I would have been a great President 8 years ago. I would have beaten McCain. McCain’s a great guy, but he’s a normal politician. I would have beaten Romney. A decent guy, too, very smart. But, too plastic. I was on my game. Sure, I had normal scandals that have surrounded us for years, but I was on my game. I had energy. I cared more. Now, I’m having trouble just going through the motions.
Obama was young. He could be running and winning now, easily. The country would want him.
Me? I schlepped all over the world as Secretary of State. Ridiculous number of miles as he sat in the Oval Office and played golf. And, now 8 years later, I have racked up so many more scandals —they are dragging me down. I can’t hold press conferences because I’m having trouble keeping track of the lies, the lies about my lies and what I can and cannot recall or can or cannot blame on the ineptitude of my advisors. It should be Obama running against Dangerous Donald. Not me. Not now. Not me.
It should be me leaving the White House, fat and happy after 8 years. Not him.
Horrible. I deserve better. Thanks, Obama.
More later…