The new Saudi King is skipping a meeting with President Obama at Camp David, but insisted “this is not a snub”.
True. Before you can snub someone, you have acknowledge their existence.
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Don’t tell me the reason that you’re calling
Is to see if I’m alright since you’ve been gone
‘Cause I know you and I know why we’re talking
You’re wantin’ me to say I’m barely hangin’ on
Well, maybe that was true
For a night or two
But now, I got better things to do
I could wash my car in the rain
Change my new guitar strings
Mow the yard just the same
As I did yesterday
I don’t need to waste my time
Cryin’ over you
I got better things to do
Maybe when I don’t have so much going
Or quite so many irons in the fire
I’ll take the time to miss you like you’re hoping
But now, I can’t put forth the effort it requires
Well, I’d love to talk to you
But then, I’d miss Donahue
That’s right, I got better things to do
I could wash my car in the rain
Change my new guitar strings
Mow the yard just the same
As I did yesterday
I don’t need to waste my time
Cryin’ over you
I got better things to do
Check the air in my tires
Straighten my stereo wires
Count the stars in the sky
Or just get on with my life
I don’t need to waste my time
Cryin’ over you
I got better things to do
I got better things to do, yeah
Got a call from Obama,
We used to be real close
Said he couldn’t go on the American way
Closed up shop, lost the House
Bought Ebola to the West Coast
Now he golfs in a sand-trap eighteen in L.A.
I don’t need you to worry, Obie, cause I’m alright
I don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come home
I don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life and leave me alone.
You’ve always said we have to offer you a second chance
You’ve always said you were a victim of circumstance
We stood you long, don’t get me wrong
And you can speak your mind
But not on my time . . .
Don’t tell me the reason that you’re calling
Is to see if I’m alright since you’ve been gone
‘Cause I know you and I know why we’re talking
You’re wantin’ me to say I’m barely hangin’ on
Well, maybe that was true
For a night or two
But now, I got better things to do
I could wash my car in the rain
Change my new guitar strings
Mow the yard just the same
As I did yesterday
I don’t need to waste my time
Cryin’ over you
I got better things to do
Maybe when I don’t have so much going
Or quite so many irons in the fire
I’ll take the time to miss you like you’re hoping
But now, I can’t put forth the effort it requires
Well, I’d love to talk to you
But then, I’d miss Donahue
That’s right, I got better things to do
I could wash my car in the rain
Change my new guitar strings
Mow the yard just the same
As I did yesterday
I don’t need to waste my time
Cryin’ over you
I got better things to do
Check the air in my tires
Straighten my stereo wires
Count the stars in the sky
Or just get on with my life
I don’t need to waste my time
Cryin’ over you
I got better things to do
I got better things to do, yeah
Got a call from Obama,
We used to be real close
Said he couldn’t go on the American way
Closed up shop, lost the House
Bought Ebola to the West Coast
Now he golfs in a sand-trap eighteen in L.A.
I don’t need you to worry, Obie, cause I’m alright
I don’t want you to tell me it’s time to come home
I don’t care what you say anymore, this is my life
Go ahead with your own life and leave me alone.
You’ve always said we have to offer you a second chance
You’ve always said you were a victim of circumstance
We stood you long, don’t get me wrong
And you can speak your mind
But not on my time . . .
“The new Saudi King is skipping a meeting with President Obama at Camp David, but insisted “this is not a snub”.
No, “snub” is too tame a word, it is an outright, deliberate, public show of distrust and disrespect.
It’s the diplomatic equivalent of a purple nurple.