...don't let it hit you on the ass on your way out.

More good lefty spuzz:

True, he wasn't wrong on everything. In an eight-year span, you can't be wrong about everything, or else you would have ended up catatonic after eating 53 pounds of fudge and chasing it with a glass of Drain-O on a dare. You would have gotten run over at least 90 times by speeding D.C. cabs after uttering the phrase, "C'mon, we can make it before the light changes." You would have taken a leak on the third rail at the D.C. Metro and lit yourself up like a Christmas tree trying to disprove that electricity can flow upward. You would have been dead many times over after trying many stupid, stupid things, prefacing them with, "Well, if this doesn't kill me, nothing will..." Not being wrong about everything is not the standard I'm looking for in the leader of my country.

Source: Doc@First Draft