Barack Obama

When the GOP took the House, a bunch of militia loaded up in the back of a truck with their firearms and parked in front of my house, honking the horn and hooting like owls. I went out waving and smiling with a camera and started to take pictures - or so they thought, the camera hasn't worked in years - and they left, never to return. They know I've contacted the Secret Service before about actionable threats to the President's safety, and somewhere a rumor got started that I'm really retired from the FBI. Maybe because when one of them yelled at me, "Why did you move here anyway?" I answered back, "Maybe I was sent by the feds to keep an eye on you!" Dumb thing to say even though I didn't claim to BE a fed, but the guy made me mad and I popped off with the first thing that entered my mind, whatever I thought would make him angriest. That's what I do, scared or not, but especially when scared. I lean in.