My loathing of the resident in chief is well known among my friends and family. They love giving me buttons, magnets and bumperstickers, including that one about a village in Texas that's missing its idiot.
The downside? That smirk greets me every morning from the refrigerator, before I've had my dose of caffeine. The upside? E now thinks his name is idiot--I try to use polite terms in front of my daughter--and is very proud of herself that she can identify him.
One of these days, she's going to see a picture of GWB out in public, point at it and shout "idiot!" I can't decide whether that day will be highly embarrassing or highly amusing. A little of both, I think.
