Ah, the Democrats got their thongs in a bunch this week because this column dared — dared, mind you — suggest President Barack Obama is not the epitome of perfection.
The emails that flowed over the e-transom were, shall we say, less than gracious. I haven’t been called so many names since my first marriage.
Some simply suggested I go to hell, go straight to hell and forget about passing “go” or collecting $200. Others stringed so obscenities together that I stopped counting.
You gotta love rabid partisanship. It keeps anger management counselors in business.
Of course, I’ve heard all this before. Got the same thing from Republicans about this time eight years ago when I raised questions about the love of their lives — George W. Bush.