Resolving To Hunt The Unicorn

The day after the inauguration coronation of B. Hussien Obama, I set about to accomplish my New Year's Resolution. I resolve to find an over confident, milque toast, Prius driving Liberal every single day for the next fourteen hundred and sixty and demand of him, "Where is my unicorn?" I will then remind him of the promises his Commander in Chief made to him and further inquire as to how his life has materially improved since the most black, but least qualified President in history was wedged into the White House window by the Democrat party.

I would encourage you to resolve the same, fair reader.

The first one who earns a restraining order from the Whole Foods parking lot wins a carton of NEWPORT MENTHOLS, a case of Pepsi and the change caught in my sofa cushions.

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(Great cartoon is courtesy of the ORLANDO SENTINEL, dying rag that it is, by way of my best friend Birdie.)

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[Birdie]

Just discovered you were posting again. Thanks for the hat tip ;-)