Praise for a Great Man
The night of Barack Obama’s election, I literally danced in the street. I don’t remember whether it was Happy Days Are Here Again or Ding Dong the Witch Is Dead I sang while I cavorted in the middle of Route 9D, but I clearly remember my feeling of elation.
I’m not feeling so elated now, boy. I can’t think of a front on which the guy hasn’t sorely disap…
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