We never seem to run out of examples of the pathological narcissism of Barack Obama. Just when I decide to lay off for a few days, I get this in the mail:
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Malcolm —
If you win this, you’re going to have a lot more friends all of a sudden.
Because winning this thing means not one but two of these seats are yours:
   Malcolm                    Barack             Whoever you bring
Just remember, whoever you bring as your guest is going to owe you for a long, long time.
Donate $5 or whatever you can to be automatically entered to win dinner for you and a guest with the President:
https://donate.barackobama.
That’s one lucky friend,
Julianna
Julianna Smoot
Deputy Campaign Manager
Obama for America
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 My God.
“you’re going to have a lot more friends all of a sudden.”
“whoever you bring as your guest is going to owe you for a long, long time.”
“That’s one lucky friend…”
It makes my flesh crawl with a frisson of horror to know that a person could be so ripened with vanity, so swollen with self-love, and so utterly unencumbered by the slightest shred of humility as to send something like this to a complete stranger  —  and that this person is our President.
It is bizarre, the effect this man has on people. If you happen to be immune to his mesmerizing charms, as about half of us appear to be, and can see through the fragrant, intoxicating gas-cloud to the  remorseless egomaniac beneath, you find yourself looking around with mounting frustration and disbelief at those still under his spell.
Victor Hanson’s had about enough, too, as we see in this latest fulmination.
Ah, well  —  there we are, friends, and our only chance of doing anything about it will be on November 6th.
Comments are welcome, as always (I expect the usual blowback from certain parties still ensorcelled) Â — Â but as noted below, I might not find time to respond. Â Or just might not bother.
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So did you enter the raffle?
Just imagine.
There’s enough tumescence-related verbiage in this post for me to bring out that classic East Asian mispronunciation: presidential erection.
I get the empty chair labeled “Barack”, but the ones labeled “Malcolm” and “Whoever [sic] you bring” are insulting to Malcolm and Whomever he might bring (as if).
Well Malcolm, don’t know you’ve heard but there’s serious effort enemating from Washington DC to try and save the Post Office.
I’m figuring since you’ve admitted to actually voting for the guy last go-round, Miss Smoot had your address from the $5.00 check you helpfully sent back then. Apparently you’ve already made new friends and’re caught up in the net to save the postal institution.
Best hope James Carville never gets hold of your email address. He’s somehow got hold of mine back I reckon when I was trying diligently to get the Clintons to move up your neck of the woods.
I’m tempted to reply to one of James’ emails now I know how serious they’re trying to save the Post Office – but I’ll insist he get Monica outta retirement to lick the stamps.