Here’s some Ron without any comments by me.

Guy waitin for a bus standin on a corner in a pink blazer, powder-blue capris, platinum satin turtleneck, and pointy-toed italian shoes. His neighbor comes along, looks at him for a few moments, and finally says, “Jeez, man. Who dressed you this mornin?”

“Ah, hell,” he says. “Asked my wife to go down to Cox’s Menswear and get me a lightweight seersucker suit.’

“Yeah . . . so what?”

“She went to Sears instead.”

Ignorant liberalistas and ethnic loyalistas thought they were electing an audacious and transparent uniter but wound up with a mendacious and arrogant backbiter. And the humongous snowstorm in western New York this week will be nothing compared to the onrushing blizzard of lawsuits that will shut down the court system in the US contesting his end run around our checks and balance of power in central government.

This hypocritical hissyfit over House Republicans’ delay in passing the type of immigration reform legislation HE wanted is going to generate a tidal wave of litigation on top of the avalanche about to hit the courts over the Gruberization of the “Affordable” Care Act. We’re not going to accomplish anything positive in this country until the words stop flying and the bullets start, I’m afraid.

Soetoro’s Revenge on the Redstate Nation will very possibly backfire on him in other ways, too. I’m not personally convinced that the Latinos already in the country and eligible to vote will fall for the Nutrasweet bon-bons he tossed out a couple nights ago. In fact, many of the legally-here unskilled laborers probably see a continued influx of unskilled meso-Americans as competition for jobs, which will accomplish nothing more than keeping work scarce and wages low.

The whole charade has nothing to do with humanitarianism, or keeping families together, or expelling felons, or Constitutional executive authority. It’s a barely disguised political maneuver to bait the GOP into fighting with him, widening the gap between Tea Party and moderates, and obliging ignorant peones to vote Democrat for the next 50 years a la LBJ and his grandiose civil rights promises.

It’s just one more plate of refried beans on top of the mound of tacos and burritos our leaky southern border has allowed to accumulate. He doesn’t care about Guatemalan kids or Mexican mothers or Nicaraguan refugees any more than he cares about Israelis being killed by medieval savages. He knows he won’t be impeached because he still has enough clout in the Senate to quash conviction, regardless of what the House might do.

Soetoro also knows that getting rid of the ACA is virtually impossible. We’re stuck with it now; all we can do is tweak it here and there. His place in the history books is secure, and he’s miffed about the voters running a hi-speed band of 40-grit up his backside on November 4. So he’s throwing a temper tantrum like a spoiled brat whose parents just took away his wi-fi.

He reminds me of Himmler as much as of Hitler. He’s a small man . . . not in height, but small in mind, small in substance, small in wisdom. What he’s doing is not courageous, but petty, vindictive, childish, like the kid who says if I can’t play quarterback, I’ll take my ball and go home. Hitler was a failed artist who wanted to establish a third Reich. Himmler was a failed chicken farmer who wanted to eliminate European Jewry. Soetoro is a failed sock puppet who wants to create a fourth Reich and eliminate white people, and I suspect that history may treat him very similarly to how it treats those other two.

I think it’s time we chipped the flannel and gave the sock cooker the space of aids.