The return of the FOB

Wow. How time flies. Remember the whole FOB phenomemon of the nineties? When our erstwhile hero Bill Clinton was Prez? Before he effed the whole thing up by being a dumbass and taking the bait of a brazen intern with big hair and a stretchy thong?

Anyway, the FRIENDS OF BILL are now FRIENDS OF BARACK so we can conveniently keep the FOB moniker and wonder how many Bush era refugees are packing their bags and moving back to the beltway?

It has not been that long. Only a few of those last century FOBS are dead so Barack now has to contend with the old guard and all of the 21st century foot soldiers who made him 100 times bigger than Paris Hilton, Beyonce, the new Bond and the old Bond, not to mention all Batmans and maybe even Bart Simpson

I am secretly glad that I did not work that hard on his campaign because now I cannot even begin to try and claw my way into FOB land.

So long, FOGs. Your time will come again. Soon, I hope not.