Minus the ole Hill dog. She wasn’t having that. She kept the same look on her face that you’d have when some parent is being an asshole to his kids in the checkout line at the grocery store. You look straight ahead but with the facial expression that tells everyone in the store that you disapprove. Just give him the fucking butterfinger so he’ll shut up about it.
Everyone on that row hates each other but they gotta be nice at a Presidential funeral. That’s politics, baby! Well, except W and Michelle. They’re best pals. That’s why George gave her a mint again.
Jimmy Carter is probably just sitting there thinking bout his peanut farm. He loved that fucking farm and you know what? I do too. I do too.