Sure. The man did some things that boggle the mindscape. Demonstrated a superb command of the English language, though. Now a couple of hundred meanies in Congress want to really ruin his holidays. Give the guy a break and let's get on with the real business at hand - peace on Earth and good will towards man.

I mean, this is the holidays and everything. Kwaanza. Hanukkah. Christmas. This is the time of the year that we are supposed to get into the spirit and treat each other like a menche. Remember that? The way my week has gone, I am beginning to wonder.

Friday. Eleven at night. Daughter calls, in hysterics.

"Dad. I just locked myself out of the car at the Exxon station and I'm fre..e..e..zing."

"Won't the Exxon people help you?"

"No. Because I don't have enough money or gas credit cards."

"Did you call the free Saturn Roadside Assistance number?"

"Yeah. But they said they would charge me $98 to come out and open the door."

"Well, don't panic, honey. I'll call the AAA. I'm a member. Hang on."

So, I dialed the number. Kept me on hold 20 minutes. Finally they answered.

"My daughter is locked out of her car at an Exxon station in Columbia."

"Do you have the address?"

"No. But it's on the corner of Center Park and Executive."

"Sorry. We need an exact address. Besides, you will have to be there so we can see your AAA card, since you are the owner of the car. And we are running 2 1/2 hours behind."

"Forget it. I'll tell her to break the glass."

Item. AAA, Saturn and Exxon. Candidates no. 1, 2 and 3 for impeachment.

Saturday night. Annapolis. The Annual Boat Parade. Ten gizillion people there. We park on the USNA campus, about 2 miles away from the dock. By the time I make it there, Nature is calling. Big time. I stop and ask a cop.

"I gotta go badly. Where is the nearest pottie?"

"Sorry, sir. None of our buildings are open to the public. You'll have to walk into town."

So, the pain mounting with every step, I make my way to the City Dock area, about a mile away. I push my way into the first restaurant I come to. The hostess stops me at the door.

"Can I help you?"

I gotta pee real bad. Just be a minute."

"Are you a dine-in customer?"

"Uh...no. I just gotta pee real bad. I promise I'll be back after the parade for dinner."

"Sorry, sir, these are not public rest rooms."

Item. USNA and that restaurant in Annapolis. Candidates no. 4 and 5 for impeachment.

Sunday. I call American Airlines to upgrade my ticket for my upcoming business trip.

"I have 19,444 miles in my account. I want to upgrade my round trip next month to Los Angeles."

"Sorry, sir. You need 20,000 miles for that. If you had 19,500, we would debit your account the 500 miles and give you the upgrade. Besides all your miles expire at the end of the month."

"What! I'm 56 miles short. Work with me here. What can I do?"

"For $250 and 15,000 miles you can get a free round trip coupon on any domestic flight. And you can donate the rest of your miles to the Make-A-Wish Foundation."

"Why should I pay $250 for a "free" coupon?"

"We will mail you our exclusive new AAdvantage card and the coupon is good for a whole year."

Item. American Airlines. Candidate no. 6 for impeachment.

So, the way I see it, there are plenty of deserving candidates out there that warrant the "Bah, Humbug" award this year much more than our fearless leader. I'm sure all of you can think of a few, too. Like that traffic cop? Or the rude store clerk? Or how about the bank teller? And, oh yes, don't forget that waiter!! Then there was that guy on the Beltway...Or how about your neighbor's dog...