Farewell, Obamaha Weeper.
You were a great joy to us.
Loser. 
Again, I know I'm preaching to the choir here, and that the big guy isn't going to pay attention to franksolich anyway.
But really, there's no hard feelings. I suspect by the end of the summer, franksolich will be sitting with the big guy on the big guy's front porch-step in Bellevue, sipping lemonade and chuckling and laughing over the good times of Operation Omaha Steve.
We Nebraskans don't hold grudges; as soon as the big guy gets over it, he'll chortle and agree it was all a good joke--at his expense of course--but nothing to get bothered any about.