They didn’t like me as Superman. Or the President. Or a Black Man. Or a Bi-Partisan. Or a Man of Peace. Or a Man of War.
Liberals say I’m too nice to Tea Baggers. Tea Baggers can’t look past a birth certificate. And Independents want their jobs back with interest.
They want me to get the troops out of Iraq, put them in Egypt, and not invade Libya, and let Duvalier vacation in Haiti. Hunh?
Now I wonder how much farther can a brother be stretched.
Even when I’m right, in their eyes, I will always be wrong.
That’s the Good Ole American way. Now where the fuck is my Batman Cape?