It's Getting Cold in Boston ...
Oh boy oh boy, King George the W is coming to town! And his entourage is sitting its fat oil-bloated ass down right outside my building. Just grand! So now if I want to go to lunch I'll probably have to go through about eight security checkpoints!
It'll take all I have not to go outside and scream obscenities at that piece of shit. Maybe I should play a little BoomBoom Volleyball to calm my nerves ...