Paper wings all torn and bent you made me think that you were heaven sent. Your paper kisses faded so soon, your paper roses couldn't hold their bloom.Paper wings, not real at all. You took me so high and then you made me fall. Paper wings, oh paper wings. How could we expect to fly with only paper wings.
Dear Leader won by a paltry 50%±. The low-information voters are still soaring like vultures in the sky on wings of OPM, Food Stamps, free Zero-Fones and 'unemployment' extensions. The Ber-nak is making more 'bloom' by printing new crops of it with QE¹°°°.
The Kool-Aid is flowing, the worshippers are genuflecting and the world sighs in relief that Mittens isn't The One™.
And there was cash...