So the asshat flew in. I had trouble getting away from the office

and * was early so I got stuck in traffic. I saw Air Farce Stolen pulling up to the gate. A few minutes later every freaking motorcycle cop in the County pulled out followed by a bunch of SUVs and shit, including an ambulance. Yes, *, that was me flipping you off from the traffic jam. I went back about quarter of one and the asshat had apparently et his $25,000 a plate lunch at Sembler's manse (who apparently got born either despite or because of his old man's need for a penis pump) and the asshat had left. All those motorcycles and the Sheriff's fricken boat on a trailer were leaving (the airport is on the water). So * was here for around three hours-I wonder how much that cost?

He should stick to Waco and leave the rest of us the hell alone until he's finally booted from 1600 Pennsylvania.

Took us forever to creep along back to our hotel because of the horrendous traffic the little shit caused.

This past summer I was on my way to Dulles (the suburban D.C. airport, for those that don't know the area) airport to leave for a business trip. I'm merging onto the freeway to Dulles airport, it's early on a Saturday and traffic is light. I notice a cop car with it's lights on is in the left lane (this is a two lane freeway I'm merging onto), so I do what I think is the proper thing and slow down to make sure I'm not in his way. What I had failed to notice was this was a three-car convoy. The car behind the cop is a typical black sedan, and behind that is a black SUV STUFFED with secret service agents. Well, slowing down puts me side by side the black sadan and the SS guys DO NOT like this. The SUV swerves over into my lane and comes up behind me FAST...I thought they were going to ram me and my Sebring is not going to win a fight vs a full sized SUV and I'm thinking that my death is going to be a shitty way to start this trip, so I move over onto the shoulder and the SUV follows me, signaling me to stop, which I do.

I am quickly surrounded by SS agents in black suits, each with their silly little ear-wig and they are on high terra alert. Apparently merging onto a highway near (what I imagine) was a congress critter or houser is now a major offense. They detained me for about an hour and couldn't find anything to hang on me. Luckily I am a five year army vet with a solid service record, hold a high level security clearance and now work for Department of Justice as a contractor. I'm about as squeaky clean (on paper) as they come.

Your tax dollars at work!

Try going out in public without the motorcade and army of Secret Service agents. Low-key - just one vehicle, with himself, and just a couple bodyguards to deal with the occasional loony.

Really, if a President can't go out in public like I just described, if he's so hated that he needs that motorcade and army of Secret Service and police just to keep the mobs with torches and pitchforks away from him, he's screwing things up badly enough that he shouldn't be President.

Daddy Bush.

New Jersey was in play, and every time Bush came in to campaign they tied up the Turnpike and Rte 1 from Newark to Princeton.

During rush hour.

No one was happy and everyone knew what the tieup was.

Even the most solid Republican had some dark thoughts when it happened, and if it happened in Joisey, it happened in other swing states, too.

Up to JFK's time Presidents mingled and never caused trouble. People actually liked seeing them swing through town. Then we got into this really bad habit of trying to kill them, which led to overprotecting them, which led to this nonsense.