What??? You mean Black Jesus isn't going to make it rain gumdrops and lollipops on January 20th? Surely, you jest.
Man, if it doesn't start raining milk and honey the morning of January 20, I'm going to be pissed.
The 0bamaite primitives promised us it would.
Thus far, the 0bamaite primitives have known only the nice guy, the salt of the earth, the softy, the mellow, the indulgent, the laid-back, the shirt off his back, the indolently tolerant, the loving, the caring, the concerned, the unselfish, franksolich.
But if the 0bamaite primitives lied, and there's no Big Rock Candy Mountain erupting forth the morning of January 20, with goodies for all, the primitives and the 0bamaite primitives are going to see another side of franksolich.
It ain't pretty, but it'd be their own fault, for lying to us.