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The ghost of the Mammy appeared while I was watching the news.
"I always said my lad was luckier than your lad," she murmured. "If George had launched that mission they would have found nothing but a factory full of gobstoppers."
She was referring to President Obama's successful actions to decapitate Al Qaeda. Her sideswipe was also neatly aimed at my constant cheerleading for the Bush Administration and its liberations of Afghanistan and Iraq.
"Mammer old pal!" I replied warmly. "President Bush was only unlucky in the sense that he inherited an army, secret service, navy, air force and Joint Chiefs Of Staff that were all truly excellent when it came to not worrying about the sexual orientations of their colleagues or not offending Muslims under interrogation, but absolutely useless when it came to the very basic necessities of working together, defending the Free World, fighting wars on foreign soil and teaching terrorists what it means to live in fear. Your lad, Barack, is only lucky in the sense that he inherited the same army after it had been transformed by the Bushwhacker, and his pals Rummy and Cheneygun, into an army that now actually works for a living."