If you read this column at all, you know that I am no fan of Barack Obama or of his presidency. Or of his policies. Or his worldview. Or of his personality. Pretty much just about anything at all about the guy.
Not. A. Fan.
So what if he walked in right now to the Crew's Inn in Mount Clemens, Michigan, where I'm sitting and writing this column? What if he walked right up to my table? There's hardly anyone else here. What would I say? What would I do?