I haven't written a wish list in years. When I was a child, (Opie and I are the same age) and the world was in black and white, except for the second half of Wizard of Oz, my parents always made me write my lists. When I got in trouble at school, which was frequent, I got conversant at writing lists on a chalkboard. Transitting to keyboard, bored and ready to chalk up another Christmas to the past as fast as Republicans lie, I thought about Mr. Incoming.
This will be the last Christmas the Obama family has before fishbowl life begins. It's going to be tough on the four of them , entering a veritable maelstrom of urgent itsallgoingtohellRIGHTNOW situations, one after another. It's not going to let up for years.
But hopefully he'll find time to look over my Christmas list and bang that out while Saving the World for Democracy.
Follow me over the jump. Don't look back, that was only worth reading once, if that.
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