Sigh.
You ever have one of those days? You know, those days you just want to lock yourself in a room, take a double-dose of knock-off Turkish Xanax and curl up in bed to enjoy the cold sweats and panic attacks in isolation?
Well I’m having one of those weeks. Pretty much every week. Hillary Clinton recently called for me to be ousted. Coming from her, that’s especially insulting. And just this past weekend former interim Iraqi Prime Minister, and current pain in my anus (painus), Ayad Allawi accused me of fomenting sectarian violence and promised to return and “reverse the course in Iraq” (whatever that means) enlisting the help of a White House-connected GOP lobbying firm in the process.
Frankly, all this negativity really sucks. Part of me wants to say, “Hey, _______ (insert name of detractor). Lay off, okay?” And part of me wants to appreciate the irony of all of a sudden telling U.S. lawmakers to stay out of Iraqi politics. But mostly part of me just wants to give up. Although I’m not sure a suicide would even phase anyone anymore.
Sigh.