Dear Diary: My giant intellect has been churning ceaselessly here at Camp David and I am ever more convinced that, in the light of the potential peril to my presidency in November, I must consolidate my extraordinary achievements into a lasting extra-constitutional role -- a kind of quasi-monarchy, if you will. I previously had the brilliant idea of annexing July 4 as my official birthday. Today, I had another breathtaking inspiration: insofar as there has recently been some argument about the suitability of the National Anthem, I propose that I should have an anthem of my own for my enthralled subjects to sing. How about [in my best Al Green voice]:
" Hark! Obama's Angels Sing,
Glory to America's king."
Not bad, if I can say so myself, and I can. Another day of rest tomorrow. I am ready for bed now, M. is tucked up and I have my blankey Boo-boo to lull me to sleep. Barry luv Boo-boo, um-num-um...zzzzz
" Hark! Obama's Angels Sing,
Glory to America's king."
Not bad, if I can say so myself, and I can. Another day of rest tomorrow. I am ready for bed now, M. is tucked up and I have my blankey Boo-boo to lull me to sleep. Barry luv Boo-boo, um-num-um...zzzzz
