But our new President does. And it's a name that crackpots and crazies and Republicans - maybe it's redundant, including Republicans after the aforementioned - will never allow him to forget.
My middle name is Albert. It was my Mom's father's name. I love it for that reason. I also hate it because I was a fat kid when Fat Albert was at it's height of popularity. And I love it because of the cool acronym it makes of my initials. __ A __. Cooh, eh?
Obama obviously has had a lot of mixed feelings about his own names, first and middle of the years, and if the kind of loco-weed crap that leading American politicians like this moron sling around in public is any indication, I can sympathize.
Personally, I'm looking forward to the inauguration of our 44th President, Barack Hussein Obama. I cannot wait to hear him say his full name, with pride and dignity. Why? Because everytime he says it, a Republican dies a little bit inside. And an angel gets shot in the face by Dick Cheney.
Damn. No more Cheney jokes soon.