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How Come?
How come not one single woman has ever,
ever come forward with her "my date with Barack" story, or tender
remembrances of their brief, but intense relationship?
Not one --
ever!
Girls talk.
Ewwwww!
Was Obama On The Down-Low?
Here’s something for you ponder, as more and more comes out
about Tiger Woods, including, at last report, the possibility
that one of his many lovers has photographs of him naked that
she’s selling to Playgirl (move over Levi Johnston, and his
teensy weiner!).
Apparently, "everyone" knew about Tiger
Woods’ affairs and his behavior off the course, but the MSM
narrative was that Woods "is a hero" and the Woods brand was
something the MSM protected at all costs -- refusing to write
negative stories about him, or tell the truth about any of his
shennanigans. "Everyone" knew Woods was up to the things
he got up to, but the MSM would not talk about it.
Here
in Chicago, depending on what community you’re in, "everyone"
knows things about Dr. Utopia too. Barack Obama,
back when he was a "community organizer" for ACORN, a state
senator, and an adjunct law professor, was indiscrete and up to
all sorts of shenanigans by all accounts. He not only sat
in the pews at Trinity United Church gleefully taking in all the
hatred and paranoid delusions of Jeremiah Wright, but like many
black men at Trinity he’d then find somewhere up north to
"unwind" when fiery sermons couldn’t quench the same thirsts as,
say, nights spent at the baths. In Chicago, guys in their
late 40s and early 50s, who admit they used to go to bathhouses,
love talking about a skinny black guy with big ears who said he
was a "state rep", whenever he’d go to Man’s Country to be
serviced by white men there.
We’re in our 30s here and
have never set foot in Man’s Country. But, go to
Sidetracks on Showtunes nights, Little Jim’s or Northend on
Halsted, or the Lucky Horseshoe at Belmont and talk to guys
who’ve lived the scene, been there, done that, and will admit to
being lifelong fans of Man’s Country.
They’ve got stories
to tell, believe us.
I've tried to stay away from
this stuff. It's been around for a couple of years.
But this report comes from a Hillary Clinton-focused site, and
she's close to the homosexual community.
HillBuzz blog is
reporting that someone in the national media is FINALLY interested
in
Man’s Country in Andersonville.
This has to be
cloak-and-dagger for the time being, because though we’ve not been sworn
to secrecy on the project, we’re not at liberty to talk in depth about
what we did yesterday, which was in response to one of the occasional
requests we get from members of the media for background info on stories
they’re doing.
Normally, it’s foreign journalists who get in
touch with us when they’re in Chicago and want to go to the Southside to
see how terrible it is, and talk about how Obama did absolutely jack
squat for it as either a state senator or US Senator, and hasn’t used
any of his particular brand of unicorn horn magic to improve it (or the
black community residing there) since the illustrious Golden Age of Hope
and Change began on January 20th, 2009.
But, this time it was a
US reporter who wanted information on Man’s Country in Andersonville,
which is a place both Obama and Rahm Emanuel frequented in the past.
Obama until 2002 or so, and Emanuel through 2008, according to what
we’ve been told. We spent a good amount of time on the ground in
Uptown, Boystown, Andersonville, and Hyde Park yesterday with this
reporter, also telling him everything we knew about Trinity United
Church of Christ and the
Down-Low Club it operated under Jeremiah Wright’s
supervision/matchmaking.
What prompted this sudden interest in
stories we’ve been hearing since 2004, when Obama first came onto the
national scene, is the fact that at least one national journalist also
thinks it’s odd -- as we have been repeatedly saying -- that The
Enquirer, The Globe, and other papers have been so wildly gung-ho about
reporting on old Vera Baker affair rumors pertaining to Obama…and how
all of this comes on the heels of
Kal Penn’s sudden
and abrupt expulsion from the White House.
Something is
definitely fishy.
Why the sudden need to portray Obama as an
insatiably heterosexual stud who just can’t get enough women?
Baker’s a diversionary tactic…designed to cover SOMETHING up…and we
think that something is an affair Obama had with Kal Penn, which seems
to have ended badly. We also think Penn was mugged not by a street
thug in Dupont Circle, but by someone working for either the DNC or
Organizing for America (or any number of its umbrella thugs), because
Penn’s phone had something in it that would prove some kind of romantic
relationship between Obama and a Hollywood actor with zero government
experience who was plucked off a TV show unceremoniously and lifted into
a high profile made-up position in the White House…so he could be close
to Obama in Washington, where Obama wanted him. Wanted in more
than one sense.
Until he didn’t want him anymore.
And then
someone needed to take his cell phone away, so that any pictures, texts,
voicemails, or other interesting its and bitts could be secured by those
wishing to protect Obama.
Some day in the future -- and it might
very well take 50 years, until all of Obama’s cultists are gone and
historians start accurately reporting on this man -- we believe Eric
Massa, Larry Craig, Trent Lott, Mark Foley, James McGreevey, and their
like are going to prove to be boring in comparison when all of Obama’s
antics pre, during, and post White House days are exposed. It’s
only a matter of time. The story will one day be written. We
doubt it will be by the reporter we spent the day with yesterday, but
who knows.
It certainly can’t hurt to have someone from the
dinosaur media poking around. The more the better, in our
opinions.
Straight Men Do Not Embrace Like This
This photo was
taken at a gay event.
And why has
Obama been wearing that wedding ring long before he married Michelle.
This photo
is from 1986. He married Michelle in 1992.
Was it
to keep women away?
More On Man's Country
The T-Room blog
has more on Obama's and Emanuel's membership in the gay bath house
club in Chicago.
Obama and his chief of staff Rahm Emanuel are
lifetime members of the same gay bath house in uptown Chicago, according
to informed sources in Chicago’s gay community, as well as veteran
political sources in the city.
The bath house, Man’s Country,
caters to older white men and it has been in business for some 30 years
and is known as one of uptown Chicago’s "grand old bathhouses."
Sources who are familiar with the bath house say that it provides
one-year "lifetime" memberships to paying customers and that the club’s
computerized files and pre-computer paper files, include membership
information for both Obama and Emanuel. The data is as anonymized
as possible for confidentiality purposes. However, sources close
to "Man’s Country" believe the U.S. Secret Service has purged the
computer and filing cabinet files of the membership data on Obama and
Emanuel.
Members of Man’s Country are also issued club
identification cards. An unnamed source learned that Obama and
Emanuel possessed the ID cards, which were required for entry.
Obama began frequenting Man’s Country in the mid-1990s, during the time
he transitioned from a lecturer at the University of Chicago Law School
to his election as an Illinois State Senator in 1996. Emanuel,
reportedly joined Man’s Country after he left the Clinton White House
and moved back to Chicago in 1998, joining the investment firm of
Wasserstein Perella and maintaining his membership during his 2002
campaign for the U.S. 5th District House seat vacated by Rod
Blagojevich, who was elected governor.
Man’s Country appears to
be a "one stop shopping" center for gay men. The club’s
website advertises
steam rooms, "fantasy rooms," bed rooms, male strippers, adult movies,
and lockers.
However, Man’s Country was not the only location for
Obama’s predatory gay sex activities. The Chicago gay community is
aware that Obama often made contacts with younger men at his famous
"pick-up basketball" games. It was at these "pick up" matches
where Obama first met Emanuel and a young Democratic campaign worker and
senior bank vice president named Alexi Giannoulias. Currently
running for Obama’s old U.S. Senate seat now occupied by Roland Burris,
Giannoulias successfully ran for Illinois Treasurer in 2006 after being
drafted for the run by Chicago’s Democratic machine.
This stuff has long been bubbling
under the covers for some time. I assume these allegations are
being prompted by Democrats pushing for the repeal of the military's
"Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy.
Open Secrets And Media Darlings
HillBuzz blog
says here’s something for you ponder, as more and more comes out
about Tiger Woods, including, at last report, the possibility that one
of his many lovers has photographs of him naked that she’s selling to
Playgirl (move over Levi Johnston, and his teensy weiner!).
Apparently, "everyone" knew about Tiger Woods’ affairs and his behavior
off the course, but the MSM narrative was that Woods "is a hero" and the
Woods brand was something the MSM protected at all costs -- refusing to
write negative stories about him, or tell the truth about any of his
shennanigans. "Everyone" knew Woods was up to the things he got up
to, but the MSM would not talk about it.
Here in Chicago,
depending on what community you’re in, "everyone" knows things about Dr. Utopia too. Our current occupant of the Oval Office, back when he
was a "community organizer" for ACORN, a state senator, and an adjunct
law professor, was indiscrete and up to all sorts of shennanigans by all
accounts. He not only sat in the pews at Trinity United Church
gleefully taking in all the hatred and paranoid delusions of Jeremiah
Wright, but like many black men at Trinity he’d then find somewhere up
north to "unwind" when fiery sermons couldn’t quench the same thirsts
as, say, nights spent at the baths. In Chicago, guys in their late
40s and early 50s, who admit they used to go to bathhouses, love talking
about a skinny black guy with big ears who said he was a "state rep",
whenever he’d go to Man’s Country to be serviced by white men there.
We’re in our 30s here and have never set foot in Man’s Country.
But, go to Sidetracks on Showtunes nights, Little Jim’s or Northend on
Halsted, or the Lucky Horseshoe at Belmont and talk to guys who’ve lived
the scene, been there, done that, and will admit to being lifelong fans
of Man’s Country.
They’ve got stories to tell, believe us.
The thing is, despite both Man’s Country and Steamworks (the two
bathhouses in Chicago) being in business for DECADES, and doing fairly
well, even in this economy, few people here will admit they’ve ever been
there. Since they won’t admit they’ve gone there, they don’t want
to be quoted talking about anyone else going there either.
Absolutely none of them will go on record being the guy who talks about
that skinny, effeminate, black "state rep" who liked having white men
give him fellatio (but never reciprocated, the stories go).
But,
they sure talk in bars.
And that makes us think of Tiger Woods
and all these affairs. It seems if you were in golf circles, you
knew all about this…and probably know even more. But, no golfers
ever exposed Woods. Even his mistresses didn’t rat him out until
he brought himself down. Once the floodgates opened, however, the
truth all spilled out.
The same is going to happen with Obama in
several areas, SOMEDAY:
(1) How did he travel to Pakistan in
1981, as he details in the book William Ayers ghost wrote for him,
when no US citizen was allowed in Pakistan with a US passport in
1981? -- the allegation that "no US
citizen was allowed in Pakistan with a US passport in 1981" is
false.
(2) He admits to doing a large amount of
drugs while going to Occidental College in California, smoking dope
in high school, and doing cocaine at Columbia, but did he sell drugs
too? -- From a member's
email, "I know
of only two individuals who attended Punahou at the same time young
Barry did; one was older and one was younger. The senior only
remembers him as the Popolo kid (one of two) and the younger one
remembers him the same.....but, along with his buddy Keith Kakugawa, as
the campus drug dealers."
(3) What, exactly, is
the big secret with his college transcripts, birth certificate,
adoption papers, medical records, and
other documents he
refuses to release?
(4) Does he have early stage
Parkinson’s as many suspect? --never heard this one before.
(5) Did he patronize an establishment called Man’s Country
in Chicago during the 1990s?
(6) Was he a member of a
support group of men at Trinity United Church who also enjoyed
frequenting places such as Man’s Country? If so, who were the
other members and did Jeremiah Wright arrange those meetings for
these married men with similar interests?
(7) Did he
take a $10,000 pay-to-play bribe from Yesse Yehudah when he needed
money after his failed congressional race against Bobby Rush?
There are people who know the answers to all of the
above, and more questions that we haven’t listed…questions people in
Chicago talk about all the time, without any prompting from us.
The MSM did not want the public to know any more about Dr. Utopia than
the public knows about Tiger Woods. All that mattered was that
these were highly marketable biracial men with "compelling life
narratives" the MSM embraced to drive ratings and create phenomena.
It took years for the truth to come out about Woods. Maybe the
truth will never come out about Dr. Utopia.
Maybe he’ll serve his
term, retire to Hawaii, and make billions of dollars delivering speeches
and having William Ayers write more books for him.
Or, maybe,
people will start talking not just in bars, but to the public
itself…just like some started doing about Tiger Woods.
Reading that fourth paragraph, this
appears to be written by someone intimately familiar with Chicago's gay
bars.
Sex And Murder In The Land Of Obama
Ulsterman says, this story came to me via a message to my
Facebook account. Upon reading what the author had to say,
and doing some preliminary investigation to attempt at least partial
corroboration, I have finally determined, following what appears to be
both a sincere and earnest request, to publish this recollection of what
they say they saw from Barack Obama and a now deceased man who was in
Barack Obama’s presence that night. The following is their
recollection in its entirety -- no editing has been done. I
leave it to the readers to determine for themselves the validity of what
the author of this story claims to have seen.
I was an
intern for a local Chicago newspaper and a college student working
toward a journalism degree. This happened before Barack
Obama was elected. It happened a short time before he became
a state senator in Illinois. He was not the big name he
would become just a few years later, but around Chicago he was a big
enough name that I recognized who he was when I saw him. His
book has just been published and he had received some recognition
locally for it, and I had actually seen him on campus a couple of times
the year before. He was an "up and comer."
Anyways, I
got the chance to attend this big dinner/party/celebration event
downtown that had everybody who was anybody in Chicago at the time.
It was an event that took place just before the big Democratic Party
convention. The mayor was to give a talk and I was told to
do a write up of the mayor’s comments and if possible, get a short
interview. (I did not get the interview) I would figure
about three or four hundred people were there. Lots of money
and power in the room. As the night went on the drinking and
noise levels both escalated. I remember being a bit shocked
to see these kind of people carrying on like they were, but it was also
exciting to be around it. I want to emphasize though that I
was not drinking. I was clear headed the entire night.
I saw what I saw. I know what I know.
Just before I
was going to leave, I ran into one of my professors and sat down to have
a talk. I remember being pretty excited that she actually
remembered me, and even more excited that she seemed to want to ask me
how I was doing and whatnot. I also remember she did seem a
little drunk. We ended up sitting and talking for almost an
hour and by the time she stood up to leave there were maybe just twenty
or so people still hanging around. Everyone else had left.
I decided to look for a bathroom before taking off myself and followed a
sign that led me down a hall that had all the lights already turned off.
There were about four doors to the left that were to conference rooms,
with a sign on the right of the hall pointing further down to the
bathrooms. I was a little spooked because it was so dark but
managed to find the bathroom. When I came back out I noticed
one of the doors to a conference room was about halfway open.
I had remembered that no doors had been open before and I got a little
freaked out. I hesitated because I was afraid to walk by the
door. That was when I heard the voices. Or not
so much voices but I heard sounds being made by a person or people.
I also smelled something that was odd. Never smelled it before or
since that night. A heavy sweet smell that was filling up the
hallway. It was not marijuana or anything like that. I was
in college. I was plenty familiar with what marijuana smelled
like. Something different. And as I stood there not quite
sure what to do the smell seemed to go from sweet to kind of gross like
rotting garbage. It was weird.
I started to try and sneak
past the open door so whoever was in there couldn’t hear me but I sure
could hear them and that was when I realized the sounds coming out of
that conference room were sexual. I heard a male voice saying
"Yeah," again and again and then another sound from another male voice.
I realized then that there were at least two men in that room having sex
with themselves or someone else I could not hear. I was almost
past the door when I heard a loud sniffing noise, and more of that weird
smell coming from the room, and then one of the men yelled out the
F-word. And that’s when I tripped. I tried to fall as
quietly as I could but when my right hand hit the floor it kind of
twisted under me and it really hurt. I cried out and then was
trying to get up as fast as I could so I could keep heading down the
hall. I heard some scrambling from inside the dark conference room
and then one of the men told the other one to shut up and be quiet.
And then the door opened behind me and I turned around and saw a
young tall thin black man looking at me. I recognized the face but
wasn’t sure of the name right away, but was pretty sure he was someone
important. I told him I was just using the bathroom but knew I
must have looked very embarrassed. He just stared at me for what
seemed like forever. There was just enough light in that hall that
I could see that his eyes were not really "right". I thought he
was probably drunk. Then his eyes seemed to suddenly clear up and
become a lot more focused and he looked down at me and he gave a big
smile. He asked me if I was ok. I looked down to his belt
which was undone and I could see that his dress shirt was not tucked
into his pants. When I looked back up at his face the smile was
long gone. He looked really angry at me now. He asked me
again if I was ok but he said it in a way that really spooked me.
There was something in his voice that scared me. Really bad.
And it was at that exact moment I finally recognized his face as the
author and political candidate Barack Obama. I was just about to
turn and walk as fast as I could out of the hallway when the door opened
wider and another black man’s face poked out. He said, "What the F
is going on B?" The guy I now recognized as Obama stepped all the way
out of the hall and closed the door behind him, leaving the other man
inside the conference room. He asked me again if I was all right.
Now he was standing right over me. He smiled again and I noticed
one of his front teeth seemed to have a chip in it, or it was a lot
shorter than the other one. He must have had work done because the
pictures of him today don’t show that. I don’t know why I noticed
that so much or why it has stuck with me but it has. And his
breath smelled really bad. It made me want to gag it was so bad.
I told him I was fine and did a kind of half walk half run down the hall
and back into the main lobby. I looked back right before I turned
the corner and could make out Barack Obama still standing in the
darkness of the hallway looking back at me. It was very very
creepy.
I didn’t really make much out of it. I mentioned it
in a joking way to some friends that I had interrupted some guys going
at it in a conference room but never mentioned the name Obama when I
did. Then I forgot about it pretty much until I was watching the
news and saw that Obama was running for U.S. Senator. I
figured whatever he was doing in his private life was his business
though, and didn’t want to make any trouble for him. I actually
agreed with his politics and voted for him. If he was gay or
bisexual, I really could have cared less. Whatever issues he had
with that were between him and his family and none of my business right?
That’s how I felt. So I forgot all about what I saw on that night
again. And I hardly thought of it when I heard Barack Obama was
running for president.
That’s until I heard a news story coming
from my television while I was making dinner. A man had been
murdered. Shot numerous times at his home. I glanced up at
the television and there was the now dead man’s face being shown.
He looked older. Heavier. His hair was longer. But it
was him. That was the same face that I had seen poke out from the
conference room with Barack Obama about ten years earlier. The
news report said he was a church choir conductor and school teacher.
They didn’t mention it was the same church as Barack Obama. I
found that out a short time later. Then I learned that another gay
man from Obama’s church had been murdered about a month before.
That is when I started to really freak out. I kept my mouth shut
and didn’t say a word about what I had seen. Then I started to
feel like I was being watched. I would see a car parked outside my
apartment that wasn’t any of my neighbors. One time I caught a man
staring at me from across the street as I was getting my mail. I
worried I was losing my mind from way too much paranoia.
I
have since moved away from Chicago. I have tried to forget all
about what I saw, but it won’t leave my head. I’m scared. So
now I’m telling you this. I have been reading your stuff and think
that the way you are doing it is giving you enough protection to get out
your information but also protecting you. So if you could do the
same for me I would be very grateful. I need to tell this story,
but I don’t want to be known for doing it. That scares me too
much. So the same way you seem to protect yourself and your
sources I am hoping you can do for me. I have to get this off my
chest. Part of me says I should have said something sooner but
another part of me says that maybe I would not be around today if I had
done that. I know what I saw and I know what I heard. I know
who I saw. Maybe it was some kind of phase he was going through at
the time. Maybe he was experimenting with a different lifestyle.
Maybe the death of that man was just a coincidence. I don’t know
the answers to that. I just know what I know. I just know
what I heard and saw. On that night I heard Barack Obama in that
conference room with another man. I saw Barack Obamastep out of
that room with another man. I smelled what I think was some kind
of drug they were using. And I know that the other man who was in
that room with Barack Obama was murdered about ten years later shortly
after Barack Obama declared he was running for President of the United
States.
That is my story. I hope that you share it.
If something happens to me now, you will know why.
The Ultimate Light In The Loafers Collection
Ewww! The Brute!
Isn't That's A Girl's Bike?
May The Farce Be With You
Obama Kisses A Man
Now this is from the LGBT community. Send your angry emails to
KlassyLadyXOXO.
Can We Now Talk About Obama's Accusers?
Jack Cashill
asks if we can now talk about Obama's
accusers?
"Politico isn't reprinting Sinclair's allegations because they are
unsubstantiated." So wrote Ben Smith of Politico on June 18, 2008.
Those were the days!
Smith was referring to Larry Sinclair, who had enraged the Obama
faithful by renting space at the National Press Club, there to share
his
allegations of a drug-fueled sex tryst with Barack Obama in
1999.
Smith, however, was not at all shy about sharing what he knew about
Larry Sinclair. Indeed, by the end of the Politico article, the reader
knew more about Sinclair, all of it unsavory and most of it likely true,
than he did about Obama.
That much said, when Sinclair made his own case at the National Press
Club -- unfiltered by attorneys and unaccompanied by Gloria Allred -- he
did so in exquisite and oddly believable detail.
Sinclair claimed to have fellated Obama twice during their two-day
encounter, but he said it as matter-of-factly if he had shaken his hand
or slapped his back.
The accusation Sinclair had come to make had to do not with sex but
with drugs. According to Sinclair, he and the then-state senator shared
a few lines of cocaine before Obama procured some crack for the two to
smoke. As Sinclair related, Obama's claim that he had not done drugs
since college was a lie.
When the Obama camp first became aware of Sinclair's accusations in
2007, an Obama liaison, "Mr. Young," reportedly contacted Sinclair to
tease out the story.
Through numerous calls and text messages, Young let it be known that
he himself was intimately involved with Obama. After some back and
forth, at least according to Sinclair, Young finally told Sinclair that
Obama did not intend to be any more forthcoming about his drug use.
Allegedly, Sinclair and Young last communicated in early December
2007. A few weeks later, according to the police report, Donald Young,
the openly gay choirmaster of Obama's church, was found dead at his
"residence" of "multiple gunshot wounds."
According to an earlier police report, on Nov. 17, 2007, Larry Bland,
another allegedly gay member of the Trinity United Church, was also
found dead in his "home" of "multiple gunshot wounds."
At the press conference, Sinclair made no accusations. He simply
shared the phone numbers he had for Young and Obama and asked the
reporters to check their records against his own during the relevant
time periods. They seemed disinclined.
In the Q & A, the first reporter asked why Sinclair had not come
forward in 1999. To the reporter, this failure apparently undermined
Sinclair's "credibility."
Sinclair chuckled, as he should have, at the question's absurdity.
What sense would it have made for him to rat out a lowly state senator
on a drug and sex escapade he himself had initiated?
Sinclair had come forward in 2007 and did his first YouTube video in
January 2008. At the time, Hillary Clinton would have been the obvious
beneficiary. That did not stop the second reporter from asking whether
Sinclair was being funded by the Republican Party. Sinclair laughed this
one off, too.
Despite his best efforts and an occasional piece in the Globe,
Sinclair's story reached its high water mark on that bizarre June day at
the National Press Club.
His name remains as foreign to Obama fans as Juanita Broaddrick was
to Bill Clinton's. The Democrats who rush to the Internet each day to
find new allegations about Herman Cain sleep safely knowing that their
man has nothing to fear from an inquiring media.
As to Misters Bland and Young, the Rosencrantz and Guildenstern of
this story, they do not have so much as a Wikipedia page. Not
surprisingly, their cases remain unsolved.
I am more than occasionally asked whether Obama is on the DL, the
"down low," the never-never land inhabited by black men who see
homosexuality not as a lifestyle to celebrate but as a compulsion to
indulge.
I refer these inquiries to HillBuzz founder and editor Kevin Dujan, a
self-described "former centrist Democrat-turned-Independent-turned Out
and Proud Conservative." As a resident of Chicago's "Boystown," Dujan
has an insight on this subject that I lack.
Upset by the preposterously disparate attention Herman Cain has
endured for his real or imagined peccadilloes, Dujan on Monday
shared what he knew about Larry Sinclair and related
subjects. It is worth the read.
Unlike Cain, Obama has not had a single charge leveled against him by
a woman. For Obama fans concerned about re-election, this is a mixed
blessing.
"Cosby never got the girl on 'I Spy,'" Obama laments in his 1995
memoir "Dreams from My Father," but in his own retelling, he does not do
much better.
Although Obama spent 13 years on the mainland as a single man, on
only one occasion in "Dreams" does Obama make any reference to his love
life.
In a brief recounting, he tells his half-sister Auma that in addition
to a white woman he had loved and lost, "There are several black ladies
out there who've broken my heart just as good."
The problem is that Obama shares with the reader not a word about any
of the black ladies, and not one of them has come forward on her own.
The white woman in question presents a different set of problems. In
terms of height, hair color, eye color, parentage, and highly specific
place of origin – namely a large country estate with a lake in the
middle – she is a dead ringer for Bill Ayers's lost love, the late
Weatherwoman, Diana Oughton.
One can imagine the conversations between Obama and his muse. "Hey,
bro, we got 457 pages on the bachelor king of Chicago, and you don't get
so much as kissed?"
"Make something up, Bill. Just be sure it's by a girl."