What A Flop
America couldn't throw itself a birthday party. Everyone seemed to lose interest once it became all about FFOTUS. There was no bunting. There were no American flags put out for the occasion (except ours, because he doesn't get to take that memory away from me). There were no 250th Birthday Sales. Our Mexican restaurant did offer me a $6 margarita (which I happily accepted) and volunteered to change the tv channel (is that even a thing anymore?) so that we could both watch the soccer with ease. We didn't inconvenience anyone; we were the only patrons. For some reason known only to himself, TBG turned our television to Fox and invited FFOTUS into our living room. God, Communism, and your beautiful 2nd Amendment later, he began introducing very old veterans who were to salute very old flags and then take their very old selves off FFOTUS's stage. Some of them didn't get the memo and seemed to overstay their ...