I wrote about this the other day, but here it is. A group of kids singing directly to President Nixon. At the White House.
We love you president
Oh yes we do
We love you president
And we'll be true
When you're not with us
We're blue
Our president, we love you
Earlier this year when the wingnuts were crapping their cages over the president's (very common) use of a teleprompter, I joked that they would eventually be attacking him for living in that extravagant mansion on Pennsylvania Avenue. You know, the one with the oval-shaped rooms -- oval, which is the shape of an "O" as in the word "OLIGARHY." Get it? Get it?!
That hasn't happened yet, but we're getting closer.