Then, realizing that Obama still occupies the White House, she interrupts herself mid-lyric, and makes a point to note how much she loves him.
The moment she uses her brain. That’s my favorite part. Oh, the irony. Oh, the hypocrisy. Such B.S.
The rosy picture painted by the Democrats at their convention belie real, deep problems in our society, including gun violence and a murder epidemic in Chicago, site of President Obama’s future library.
She has quite the cocoon there in Malibu, to isolate her from the masses and the troubles of America.
Just shut up and sing, please.