You know that feeling when someone gets you to try something they say is great, and at first bite it’s not so bad, but after an entire meal of it you’re like “good god, never again, I’ve had enough to last a lifetime.”
No more old white male presidents for me please. If I get even a whiff of “well in my day,” mixed with bengay and a pull-yourself-up-by-the-bootstraps tax plan, I’m gonna hurl for the rest of eternity.
