Sometimes, you need to go away to keep your love alive. Perhaps it's the change of air. Perhaps it's the change of view. Perhaps it's just the chance to stop and pause. Who knows what it is that melts away the doubts, and the disappointment? But when I gazed at my beloved, at Lake Garda last weekend, I realised that, in spite of everything, my love still burned bright.For Barack Obama, folks; her love still burns bright - let me count the ways…wherefore art thou, Barry?... Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm… – yes, her love still burns bright for the First Jughead.
It may be true that there’s no accounting for taste; however, I know an overdraft in the common sense balance when I see one, and Ms. Patterson is clearly insolvent. Or perhaps the whole thing can be chalked up to a particularly bad case of delerium tremens, or a spot of malaria. Far better, I should think, to claim later on that one has been raving, than to admit to the ownership of these risible sentiments. Just a suggestion, ma’am!