If I wasn’t still suffering from whatever the hell this is (it’s way too damn strong to be just a cold), I might be inclined to play along with the it’s not amnesty immigration drinking game during tonight’s speech.

But I fear I’d need a whole hell of a lot of beer and tequila.  And I don’t even want to contemplate how it would feel to be stopped up, coughing, and have a hangover at the same time…