I get a gurgly feeling in the pit of my stomach. This subtle yet clear urge to, um, excuse me, but this urge to lurch. I feel a sense of shame. I've had it for decades now. I should probably go talk to someone about it. See if there's an antidote.
It happened during the 80's, the Reagan years, the Bushes. Now, with Barack Obama.
Barack. Obama. MaMan.
Now I know for sure that I have an incurable allergy to State of the Union Addresses.