After hearing about what the slimier portions of the right are saying in response to the passing of Obama's grandmother, I was all set to just tear into them, profanities flying in all directions in a perfect storm of unquenchable rage.
But you know something? I'm not going to do that. Why should I soil my hands with them? They're already miserable, and it would do me no good, what with my already-elevated blood pressure.
No, I figure that life will shit on them in due time.
Me? I'm just going to keep on being okay.