… a media diet for my mental health, that is.
I can’t turn on the TV, listen to the radio or log on to the internet without seeing the Anointed One, Obama. How much money does this cat have for advertising? Seriously, he’s everywhere and it’s creepy.
There’s no escaping the Anointed One. I can’t watch the news anymore without being thrown into fits of apocalyptic dread. If ignorance is bliss than a media diet is better than Xanax and a hell of a lot cheaper. I should have done this the moment the Empress Oprah declared her minion, the Anointed One, our new dictator.
…now, if you’ll excuse me. I’m off to my happy place.