Some days just call for quality profanity.
You know, the kind that peels paint from walls, or causes old ladies to blush and then hit you with their handbags. Or maybe the kind that caused your mom to get out the extra large bar of soap to wash out your mouth. But some days, well, some days require elegant profanity. The kind from a previous era.
Or, from, say, the mouth of Barack Obama (warning, NSFW language in audio and text).
That’s the kind of day I’m having.